I stumbled out of the shower like a woman possessed.
Hair dripping.
Loofah abandoned.
Eyes wide. A vision had struck.
And like any reasonable fiance, I marched straight to Zach and declared:
“I’ve figured out what we’re doing in Traverse City…"
"It’s part vacation, part elopement pre-celebration—with friends. A two-part masterpiece.”
First name / friend…
He did NOT love it.
In fact, the man blinked at me like I’d just suggested we turn our vacation into a group camping trip with a side of escape room.
“It’s our vacation,” he said.
“Exactly,” I said. “And the perfect opportunity for a little lakeside toast with our people.”
The tension? Palpable.
The silence? Loud.
The drama? Immaculate.
Because the truth is: neither of us wanted to let go of our version of the plan.
🏖️ He imagined slow mornings and beach naps.
🥂 I imagined clinking glasses at one of their infamous wineries with my girls while the men are golfing. ⛳️
And no matter what—we both knew one thing:
someone’s idea was going to have to change.