Four mornings ago, I awoke as Cory Stumpf. Today… well, for now that moniker remains the same. The separate surnames of my significant other and I are currently up in the air as we decide which one to legally label us as a duo. If we settle on hers, I will be known evermore as Cory Hockey, which sounds badass. On the other hand I am clearly quite attached to the silent ‘f’ in Stumpf, a family name linked to a history involving apparent werewolfism (which is also pretty badass). Not to mention the onus is on me to carry on my lineage.
The more salient point is we got married! Friday afternoon found us standing by the ocean in sunny Saxe Point Park, tying the knot in the presence of a couple dozen of our closest friends and family. The simple beauty and felicity of the ceremony exceeded anything we could have expected. That evening, we all reconvened for dinner and cake in a marina coffee house, followed by dancing on the deck and mass consumption of wine and Tom Collinses. Continue reading “A Moon Made of Honey”