From 'I Do' to 'We're Booking Again': Our Sky Princess Love Story

I still remember standing on the Promenade Deck of the Sky Princess on our wedding night, salt spray misting my face as the ship cut through the ocean. My husband Marcus wrapped his arm around me, and I felt this overwhelming sense of relief. We'd finally made it. After two years of wedding planning stress, family drama, and last-minute disasters, we were actually here. Just us. The rest of the world felt impossibly far away. "This is nice," Marcus said, and I laughed because "nice" was such an understatement for what we were experiencing. The ship's lights reflected off the dark water, there was live jazz music drifting from the poolside bar, and for the first time in months, I wasn't thinking about seating charts or whether Aunt Linda would actually show up to the ceremony. That was six years ago. What I didn't know then—what neither of us could have predicted—is that booking that week-long Caribbean cruise would become the most important decision we'd make for our marriage. The first year, of course, it was pure honeymoon bliss. We were one of those insufferable couples that people probably rolled their eyes at. We held hands constantly. We did the silly ship games. We tried to…