At the top of Sugarloaf Mountain is a lovely house on a hill called Strong Mansion. I feel like that’s an unreal sounding sentence. Like something from a storybook. But to be fair, the day was a bit like a storybook. It was an on again off again sunny day in early April, and the ceremony was moved indoors because of snow flurries. Maryland weather can be unpredictable, but it felt like magic because of the odd timing. A little flurry, a little sunshine, a lot of love.
