Being the non-traditionalist that I am, Dennis and I were married in Maui, Hawaii-just the two of us. The entire week we were in Hawaii, we were fortunate enough to run around the island in a Mustang convertible soaking up the sun. This picture is of the Hana highway, where we would just pull over, hike down, and snorkle in the ocean. The joke at the luau we went to was how all the other newlyweds were pale, but Dennis and I were sporting a fabulous tan. My theory: I didn't fly all that way to spend my time in a hotel room. I wanted to take in as much of Hawaii as I could.
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