Neither Sleet Nor Snow Nor Category 4 Hurricane . . .
In ten days my baby girl will become a wife. The 18 months since she and her beloved became engaged has flown. And now, with less than two weeks to go, we’re updating lists and doing last minute shopping, working to make sure the event goes off without a hitch. This is a bit of an effort since the wedding is not here in Atlanta where we live, but in Miami. Thankfully, her in-laws who live in Miami were happy to help. Eldest daughter is a little type-A—wonder where she got that?—and has spreadsheeted herself to the bone keeping all the details in order and planning, planning, planning. And you know what happens when you make plans, right? The Universe throws things in the way. In this case, it’s a hurricane.
The wrong size bridesmaid dress? Okay. Broken wedding cake topper? Okay. But a category 4 hurricane? Seriously?
Okay, so I did the Mom Thing and told my girl not to worry. At least the hurricane is hitting this weekend and not next weekend. “The wedding will still go as planned,” I said. She gave me a look and replied, “Not if my whole venue gets flattened.”
Hm. Valid point.
Still, the worst that will happen is that the plans made will become just that. Plans made. As long as everyone in Miami stays safe, which is the main concern, the wedding will go on—maybe not as planned, but as may be planned alternatively. In the grand scheme of Stephanie and David’s life together, this will be one more story to tell. And really, how many couples can say they worked their nuptials around a category 4 hurricane and the Zika virus?
The irony here is that all the details she’s labored over these many months are, surprisingly, not the things that will make her wedding day memorable. In the end, she will remember her marriage day and its components in snapshot images, and those are the ones that count the most: private time with me; having her hair and makeup done at the salon with her bridesmaids; those moments when the whispers of the guests become less than a hush, and she is standing alone with her daddy before he walks her down the aisle; when he gives her away and his tears cannot be stayed; saying her vows at the altar with her beloved. These moments and others will be the true colors of her wedding day. All the details that seem so important now will fade and be forgotten, overtaken by those moments . . . moments that cannot be planned, purchased, or spreadsheeted, but will be absorbed into her being and become shining threads in the fabric of her life.
And the hurricane? Bah. Just a bump in the road.
Have a great week –
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