Whenever we plan our weddings, as little girls, everything is picture perfect.
We can see the long veil and the train on the dress.
We know there are pearls, and flowers and doves flying overhead. We can hear the music playing and we know that it is going to be the most wonderful day of our lives. I still had that picture in my mind the day my husband asked me to marry him. I couldn’t wait to be able to call my friends and start making all of the plans. I wanted a white dress with all of the pearls and lace. I wanted a veil that was gossamer thin and I wanted the venue to be like a fairy garden spun with silk and roses. I had my dress and the veil, and it was perfect. I had the venue secured and told them exactly what I wanted. I was going to have a garden wedding outside of the venue and the reception partially in the garden, but the sit-down meal would be inside. There was a three piece bank for the beginning and a wedding singer with her band for the dancing. The day of the wedding dawned beautiful. We were just starting on our vows when it began to thunder. Within a few seconds, the skies opened up. We all ran inside, but the lightning had struck a tower, and there wasn’t any power. Without power, we had no air conditioning. They were bringing in gas heaters, because some of us were shivering from being wet. After the heaters did their job, we began sweating. An hour later, the lights came on, along with the air conditioning, but we were already having fun. The wedding singer was singing and we had already begun dancing.