Editor’s Note


How long can you delay your honeymoon and still feel like a couple of giddy newlyweds? My husband and I managed to hold off for nine years, but I wouldn’t recommend much more than that. By the time the plane touched down on the verdant, wild, wind-blown isle of Kauai this past March (that’s us above), we were wordlessly fixating on the same sentiment: we should have done this ages ago.

Not everyone jets out the morning after their big day, of course, but it’s pretty unusual to let nearly a decade elapse. I was clear on that already, and then we polled Seattle couples about their postwedding adventures for the travel feature in this issue. My husband and I are outliers, but hey, we did it our way.

As it turns out, it’s also our way to spend a few years deciding whether I would take his name completely or add a hyphen to mine. All of the sudden we’ve found ourselves warming up to the idea of what the Brits call a double-barrel. It would take some explaining given the timing—“No, I didn’t just get married”—but there are no rules when it comes to modern variations on the name game. Just check out page 156 to see what I mean.

And that’s the thing about love and marriage these days. Although couples still hold fast to the sacred commitment, the path they take to get there—and where they go once they’ve passed under some nondenominational LED-lit chuppah with a Skype-activated iPad in hand—is all their own.

These pages are full of first-person perspectives and professional insight. Take all of it in. Live with it a little. Don’t rush to make decisions—don’t even rush to make mood boards. Just listen to yourself, and listen to each other. And let your own direction emerge.