Even though we broke up three times, we always knew we wanted to get married.

We started dating on my 16th birthday. Both of us grew up in Greenwich. Even though we broke up three times, we always knew we wanted to get married. He proposed 14 years later on a trip to Maine.


I knew I wanted to get married on the water at some sort of oceanside place that wasn’t over-the-top expensive, but I had no luck finding one. Finally I came across this old Dutch barn called Circa 1799, in Ancramdale, New York. It was perfect.



I went to Barneys and tried on a bunch of dresses but hated them all, so I emailed my friends at Vena Cava and asked them to make me a dress — something elegant but casual.


The weather was perfect the day I got married. The ceremony started at 4:30. My Dad drove me in my husband’s family’s old Rolls Royce up a hill onto a grassy area where the ceremony was being held. I got out of the car in front of everyone — there were 210 people there.


Our pastor told the story of our lives, how we met, how we’ve been together for so long, and then he read love letters that we’d written to each other out loud — “You were my first love, my only love, I can’t wait to have children with you” — stuff like that. Both our cousins spoke, too.


During cocktail hour, a string quartet played “Harvest Moon” by Neil Young and “Orion” by Metallica. Then we sat down for a family-style dinner. Dessert was meringue and fresh fruits in Mason jars. Afterward, everyone went into the barn to dance. The wedding ended at midnight, and we took the Rolls Royce back to our bed and breakfast. We were so happy. Finally, I felt like it was real — after 14 years.