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When I hear the word ‘honeymoon’ I remember back to those blissful post-wedding days with my husband. Our wedding was amazing, and I tried to savor every second of the whole wonderful event with dear family and friends. I will never forget the amazing mix of ages and generations all smiling , embracing, and dancing to our reggae band’s version of Bob Marley’s ‘Stir It Up’. My Grandparents were priceless dancing together. However, it was especially glorious when the endless list of wedding details disappeared and the honeymoon phase eased in. The rollerblader who lost control and sent the gorgeous huge arrangements of flowers hurling, breaking one of the ceramic urns not too long before the ceremony, became like a distant, already funny memory. The rest of the world faded into the background and it was just me and my honey, and of course the moon if I had asked for it!

When I hear the word ‘honeymoon’ I remember back to those blissful post-wedding days with my husband. Our wedding was amazing, and I tried to savor every second of the whole wonderful event with dear family and friends. I will never forget the amazing mix of ages and generations all smiling , embracing, and dancing to our reggae band’s version of Bob Marley’s ‘Stir It Up’. My Grandparents were priceless dancing together. However, it was especially glorious when the endless list of wedding details disappeared and the honeymoon phase eased in. The rollerblader who lost control and sent the gorgeous huge arrangements of flowers hurling, breaking one of the ceramic urns not too long before the ceremony, became like a distant, already funny memory. The rest of the world faded into the background and it was just me and my honey, and of course the moon if I had asked for it!