The only flower-related item I cared about at all was a tall, expensive arrangement on the dessert table. Before the guests arrived during set-up, the vase was unpacked, then immediately dropped and shattered on the floor. An alternative was quickly found, and I think I cared for about .3 seconds.
Several guests who RSVP'd that they would attend didn't come. One "got a flat tire." One couldn't make it out due to some sort of legal issue (?). Two couldn't find a sitter (??).
And it stormed. Oh, did it storm.
I obsessed about the weather for months leading up to our wedding day. The last update I got was that it would be hot- really freaking hot (98?)- and there was about a 15% chance of thunderstorms, if I remember correctly. It sprinkled for a few minutes during our first look but quickly stopped and the sun never stopped shining. As Mama Peaches, my stepfather and I stepped onto the aisle a sharp, loud crack of thunder eerily sounded off. This is what it looked like toward the end of our ceremony:
I didn't notice, but a storm was definitely a-brewing.
After the ceremony Mr. Peaches and I took a brief walk to soak it all in alone. We took a few more pictures and talked with a couple of guests. Then the rain started. But it didn't just start, it dropped down in buckets from the sky, which was lit bybright bolts of lightening. Our fantastic day-of coordinator and the rest of the staff rushed everything inside, where we watched from here:
It wasn't perfect.
But it was gorgeous. And fun. And the food was delicious. Watching our friends become friends made us so proud to know such awesome people. And I think the storm made it even more beautiful, though we did pay a pretty penny to watch the night skyline of our lovely city from outside. Every moment was amazing. And now I'm married to someone way out of my league. SUCKA!
2 comments:
AAAHHHHHHHH great pics too
:)
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