we had all the sun and sand and new england accents a girl could ask for. we got too tan, ate too much seafood, picked blackberries until our fingertips hurt, and gave terrible instructions to the one person we were brave enough to ask to take our photo together. i'm not an expert on these things, but i'm pretty sure that's how honeymoons are supposed to go. thanks for indulging me in yet another romantic post. we're still all a flutter over here.
ps. besides the obvious ones, some of these photos were snapped by james. details on flickr.