wedding catastrophe: part 3

Are you ready for the story?  The one that will either make you feel sorry for me or that will encourage you to see past the “wedding”?  {i’m going for the latter here, so try to focus on that when rolling your eyes}

Here it goes:

As was described in this post, our rehearsal was beautiful.  Casual, comfortable, and exactly what we hoped for.  The sun was shining and we were elated at the beautiful weather.  After practicing our walks to and fro, we celebrated our impending marriage with our closest of familial relations.

with a short list of to-dos, i went home to my parent’s house, one last time, as a single lady.  i snuggled up with my sister and best friend, trying to calm myself of the anticipation and excitement.  it was finally happening!

the morning of march 21st, 2009 was beautiful to say the least; although it’s beauty resided primarily within the dimensions drawn by the drastic and daunting grey clouds that hung low in the sky.  with a mid-afternoon wedding on the schedule, we shrugged our shoulders as we continued to pray that the rain would hold off until the evening … although we all knew those clouds carried too much weight to hold much longer.

after picking up a few of the bridesmaids, we arrived at the wedding destination, where the grass was made greener by the overhanging grey in the skies.  it was still beautiful. we put the final touches on the site, and then my girls stole me away into the ranch house, where i was met by a stylist, promising to make me water-proof.

the rain started slowly and shifted between a slight drizzle and a mild down-pour.

and then, the clouds parted, just long enough for the first look and some magical pictures in a field or two.  given the muddy situation of the property, our pictures were more limited than i would have hoped, however, we certainly made do.

once the rain ended our photo shoot, we separated to our designated “ready rooms”, until the ceremony was scheduled to start.

2:30-2:45 – guests started to arrive
3:00pm – ceremony was supposed to begin
3:01pm – cue torrential downpour

as the umbrellas could only hold so much water, my family invited our guests inside the old house, as we “waited for the rain to pass”.

our wedding planner, along with the help of my brother-in-law, mapped out a new site for the ceremony, which included a pop-up tent and the laundry room.

i can’t even remember how they described it when they asked for my approval.  i just remember knowing that they would point me in his direction.  and that’s all that mattered.

after hand & foot warmers had been passed out to our guests, who were probably hating us, laughing at us, and mocking us at the time, they were assigned to one of the multiple locations around the lawn that maintained a view of the new ceremony location.

and then, i was led down to the laundry room.  not knowing where i was going, my dad led me past the washing machine and out the door, where a dear friend holding a rainbow umbrella escorted us from one pop-up tent to the next.

people were standing in every direction, huddled together, and hiding from the drops.

but we were getting married.

somewhere, between the laundry room and my soon-to-be-husband, my veil fell off … and i never even noticed.

the salt used for our salt covenant (similar to the sand ceremonies) was chunky when the time came to combine our pillars.  but nothing a quick shake and plop couldn’t fix.

our pastor shortened the ceremony to accommodate the cold, the wet, and the frozen.

the fireworks that were set to go off when we kissed, came across as more of a “boom”, as the overcast colors covered the glittery sparks.

i don’t remember the food.

the only dancing that took place was our first and the father-daughter.

people left before the family photos were finished.

all post-wedding pictures were taken under a tent, which caused an awful light that our photographer failed to correct in his editing.

my grandma got pneumonia.

we left before the evening fireworks show was set to occur, due to the lack of company.

the fabric roofs of the pop-up tents created a series of waterfalls as the drops pooled in their canopies.

it was chaos.

but at that moment when our vows were exchanged and we became one, it became my dream.

sure, i wish things had turned out better, but when it comes down to it, i am so glad i don’t have to plan another wedding.  i am so glad to be  married to this incredible man that calls me his wife.

we have the rest of our lives to make beautiful memories.  so what, if our wedding wasn’t exactly the most comfortable of adventures.

to this day, people still tell us that it was the “most memorable wedding” they have every been too.  and maybe they don’t remember the pretty little scrolls my mom and i spent hours rolling and tying.  maybe they remember the candied favors running pretty green and white colors onto their already wet hands.  maybe they remember the chaos more than the ice cream cake.  that’s ok.

and you know what i know they remember, though?  they remember our vows.  they remember that we got married.

perfect is relative.  my wedding day was far from my “dream wedding”.  and it’s what most brides would cry over.  but for me …

it was beautiful.  for me, it was perfect.


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