Well now that we've joined the "blog world", I've decided to catch everyone up on our latest happenings. Dating all the way back to December 15th 2007 - The day my name changed from "Bell" to "Hufford".
I must preface this course of events with the fact that "something always goes wrong" on the wedding day right?? This was a saying I was familiar with - I just didn't realize exactly how familiar I would become with it afterwards or how many "wrongs" would be "going" on our big day.
Minor snag #1: I absently misplaced my "poofy wedding skirt thingy" with all the tule reception decorations and headed to STL without it. I experienced a fairly mild panic attack while my sweet mother made a few calls as we headed down I-70. Thank heavens for brother-in-laws named Kyle who sneakily re-entered the locked chapel and found it. After promising me many times that he'd bring it with him to STL I was quite relieved. After all something always goes wrong on the big day right? I told myself that if this was the "wrong" then all was well....or so I thought.
Minor snag #2: We (along with family from far and wide) narrowly escaped a minor (ok major) snow blizzard as we arrived at our hotel the night before the big day. Sigh of relief. However, we awoke to quite a bit of white the next morning. Luckily the STL Temple was only four miles away and John had a 4x4 truck to take us there. I spent the four mile drive getting bummed about the dark sky and snow downpour. How would we ever even SEE ourselves in our wedding pictures?
Minor snag #3: Wedding pictures....they actually turned out great. The snow added quite a bit of beauty to them. You can hardly tell any of us were freezing to death - especially me as I was in slippers and a short sleeve dress. I was determined to have great pictures so I pushed the pain aside, saved my shivering for the break in photog clicks, and anxiously awaited for the group photos so I could get some extra body heat. After about an hour of doing this, disaster struck. Family had left and John and I were taking some shots on our own. After a few, I mentioned to John that I had a wave of nausea, and scrambled for a seat inside the temple foyer. Immediately I had five family members at my aid offering me anything from Dr. Pepper, crackers, Sunny D, and honeybuns to regain my strength. What I needed more than any of that was a toilet. Realizing I didn't have time to make it back to the dressing room, I hiked up my skirt, ran through the lobby, and into the restroom with my loving mother trailing behind me. Yes folks, I puked on my wedding day. No worries, not due to nerves, due to lack of breakfast and long hours in the bitter cold with no insulation. (PS...My mother is a saint, and a heckuva personal assistant!)
Minor snag #4: On to the reception in Columbia (minus a few family members due to ugly roads). As some of you may know, I'm a silent worrier. I spent the two hour drive to Columbia wondering if anyone would brave the elements to come to our reception. The weather had gotten much nastier as the day wore on. Thankfully I have many friends who adore me and came to see us at the reception. It was a fairly decent turn out amidst a record snow fall. Everyone even got sent home with a goody bag of leftover reception food.
So.....something always goes wrong right? Well I learned that phrase does not necessarily insinuate that the "something" is in singular form. Especially when it came to our honeymoon in Utah but alas you must read the next post to hear all about that! I predict I'll have many people offering their sympathies soon.
Honestly, despite all the minor hiccups along the way, we had a wonderful wedding and the snow actually made for GREAT pictures. If anything, it makes for great story-telling. It was still the best day of my life because I married my wonderful husband. He is truly an answer to my many prayers.
1 comments:
I loved this post almost as much as your honeymoon post. I laughed and laughed.
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