Hubby was on the 19th hole of the golf course (lightning striking all around) when I had to run down and console the flower designer. “This will all blow through and we’ll have perfect weather in three hours,” he kept telling me on the phone.
It takes a village in any endeavor. This one was guided by lots of people yelling, “Have faith! It is NOT going to rain!” at the band (waiting in their car to set up, with no belief in miracles) and the florist, who was going berserk. The cake was delivered and moved to the outdoor venue at the Kiva Beach Club… then to a house… then back to the beach.
Finally, we called it. As the white curtains on the arbor on the beach whipped at full horizontal staff, we said yep, the wedding would be on the beach. The reception would be under an open pavilion. I walked away wondering what we had done.
One hour later, the clouds broke. The staff (who were amazing) mopped up. Before, lots of people had been laying out by the pool, delaying our progress. Mother Nature them scrambling, so when the sun came back out, we were good to go.
I watched as my (blindfolded) daughter and her fiancé stood back to back holding hands, saying personal vows to each other and praying before going down to the ceremony. And I thought, what a blessing to start their lives with faith, together. Pictures don't do justice to the beauty that occurred that evening at 6 o’clock.
We ended up the next day in a resort in Mexico, just down from the honeymooners. It was my birthday that weekend, so the hubby surprised me with our own little honeymoon. My daughter wasn’t so thrilled until we shared "Find my Friends" locations and a laugh, appreciating the husbands who fill us with adventure and faith.
Cheers to love, faith, and clear skies!
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