|You know what else was going on 10 years ago? Not a whole lot of digital photography. Yeah, all our photos are film, so we've had to scan them in. Thus, the so-so quality. All you young kids and your digital photos should count yourself lucky.|
I think there is a saying out there that claims bad things happening on your wedding day bodes well for the future of your marriage. Take the old superstition about rain being good on your wedding day: Rain symbolizes blessings, cleansing, unity, and a new day, and therefore means good luck for the marriage. Personally, I always thought they just made that up to make you feel better when all your plans for beautiful outdoor wedding pictures were ruined by torrential sheets of water pouring down from the sky.
But, then came my own wedding day exactly 10 years ago. After that fateful day, I was suddenly all aboard the bad-luck-on-your-wedding-means-good-luck-for-your-marriage train.
See, my own wedding day was filled, I mean filled, with mishaps, mistakes and oopsie-daisies. So many "issues" occurred that halfway through the reception, I finally lost it and burst into tears. The ugly, crying tears, though, not the beautiful, glistening eyes of a new bride.
I'll start from the beginning to give you an overview of the day:
|The wedding party before the day started to go downhill.|
1. It started with the veil. I really, really wanted my veil to cover my face. I thought, when else am I going to have the chance to wear that, right? But, I also really wanted to wear a tiara. Again, as much as I love Kate Middleton, I'm never going to actually be a princess like her, so my wedding day was pretty much it for the tiara-wearing. Well, my dad walked me down the aisle and was supposed to lift my veil up and over my tiara to put it behind my head. Yup, if you can see where this is going, the veil got caught in the tiara and was stuck. It was only a few seconds of tugging and wrestling, but it felt like forever.
|Getting ready to walk down the aisle with my dad and that blasted veil.|
2. A cell phone went off in the middle of the ceremony. Not a big deal, I know, but just one more thing on my list. (Keep in mind cell phones were not smart phones back then!)
3. We had a ring bearer carry our rings down the aisle. Matthew was older, so we weren't worried about him dropping it or losing it. But, apparently, people started teasing him about it. So, being the smart kid that he was, he pulled the knot super tight to ensure there would be no droppage. During the rehearsal, our pastor said that if we dropped the ring, to just pretend it hadn't happened and no one would know. "Not that that's ever happened, though," he assured us. When it came time to exchange rings, our best man, Rich, tried to get the rings off the pillow, but Matthew's super tight knot would not come undone. Rich worked on it and worked on it while the crowd waited with baited breath. He finally got the knot undone only to have the ring fly off the pillow. It landed on the wooden chancel with a eardrum-shattering "PLING," then proceeded to "pling, pling, pling, pling" as it rolled all the way across the chancel. Rich couldn't decide if he should go after it or not. But, it was clearly obvious to everyone there what had happened. There was no ignoring it. He retrieved it, and we were finally able to exchange rings.
|Us with our ring bearer, Matthew, and flower girl, Haley. (BTW, Molly is super jealous that "that little girl" got to go to our wedding, but she didn't. Molly doesn't quite understand why it was an impossibility for her to attend.)|
4. We decided to include the traditional lighting of the unity candle in our ceremony. Each of our mothers lit the individual candles before the ceremony, then we went around to light the unity candle. When we tipped the candles over to light the unity one, all the wax poured over the wick of the unity candle. It covered the wick, and it would not light. At all. We tried and tried. We finally gave up. I started to cry small tears at this point. (I also now hold my breath at every wedding I attend, hoping their unity candle lights.)
|It looks like the Unity Candle is lit, doesn't it? Yeah, it wasn't.|
We made it through the rest of the ceremony relatively unscathed and headed to the reception, confident that everything that could've gone wrong, had. It was time to party.
|At the reception site.|
5. The clubhouse at Lake Quivira had recently been renovated, and we were the first reception since the renovation completion. We made our entrance and immediately started our first dance. It went fine, no tripping or falling. We get to the end, Cory dips me in one final dip ... and the fire alarms start blaring! No joke. Fire Alarms. There were rumors abounding about some quesadillas smoking in the kitchen or the votive candles on the tables tripping the alarms. All I know is that while I was held in the dip position, all I could see and hear were the flashing lights and blaring sirens. The fire alarms continued going on and off throughout the evening.
|Dancing along. Having a fine time.|
|And, there go the fire alarms.|
|The license itself!|
While I can see the humor of that last one now (and even have the burned copy framed on my wall), it was at that point in the barrage of disasters that I finally lost it. I started the ugly cry. I cried for a while, downed a beer, and finally said, "to heck with it!"
We were married, and that's really what mattered. We had a ton of good stories, and well, 10 years later, some people even still remember our wedding. Albeit, they remember it for all its drama (and possibly the open bar), but they still remember it.
Whether Alanis Morissette (wrongfully) believes it's ironic when it rains on your wedding day, or whether superstition says it's good luck, I guess all that matters is that 10 years later, we're still married and happy. And, we've added two kids to boot. So, maybe everyone should hope for disasters to befall their weddings. It sure makes for a lot of laffs during your marriage, and really, what else can you hope for?
|laffing and laffing and laffing ...|