We were standing on a mountain in Asheville, North Carolina, the very place we met. No aisle. No grand venue. Just the two of us, surrounded by trees, the sound of birds, and our families.
A Morning That Felt Like Us
When we got engaged, we quickly felt the pressure that comes with planning a traditional wedding. Seating charts. Vendor contracts. Expectations. It all felt… heavy. Like we were planning a day for everyone but ourselves.
So we made the decision to let it go. To elope in the place our story began, Asheville. That choice felt like a clean slate, almost like we were finally coming up for air.
On the morning of our elopement, we laced up our matching Blundstone boots, the ones we got fitted for together at REI, and slipped into our wedding attire. With our families by our side, we hiked up a mountain, surrounded by laughter, and anticipation. Along the trail, passing hikers offered high fives and congratulations, adding even more fun to the climb.
Vows On The Mountain
At the top, we found our ceremony spot. There was no altar, just open sky and the stretch of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We stood in the presence of our loved ones, read our handwritten vows, and promised each other forever. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was sacred. No distractions. No performance. Just the moment. Just us.
A Local Touch
After our ceremony, we celebrated with a cake baked by a local Asheville baker, someone a friend had lovingly recommended to us. It was simple, sweet, and made with care. Just like the day itself.
The Beginning of Elope with Jo
That day didn’t just mark the start of our marriage, it planted the seed for Elope with Jo. Because I realized what a gift it is to choose a wedding that’s rooted in intention, not obligation.
Now, I help other couples create elopement experiences that are authentic, connected, and free. Because I believe your wedding day should reflect your truth, not someone else’s expectations.
A Note to My Husband
Alejandro, thank you for saying yes to the adventure with me. For hiking in your Blundstones, for reading vows with tears in your eyes, and for walking every mile of this journey hand-in-hand. The Blue Ridge Mountains will forever be one of the most sacred places in my heart.
I love you.
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