Whenever I look at the pictures in my wedding album, I laugh.
The people I was with and I are all smiling and glad.
Even the picture that shows us drenched, or those where there is cake icing on most people, brings back feelings of happiness. I only wish the day had gone as those pictures depicted. Mom told myself and others that a single day I would look back on that day and smile or laugh. I can do both, but not at that moment. The day started with the minister calling and telling myself and others the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C system had gone awry in the middle of the night. The air conditioning was out, and he wanted to know if I had a back-up plan. He didn’t know when the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C serviceman was going to arrive. I called the site, and they told myself and others I could do the wedding right there. They had a small chapel that had not been booked. I called the minister, and he put a note on the church door to go directly to the reception site. I had to call my hubby and tell him about the change, along with the entire bridal party. When the people I was with and I got to the site, they had not yet finished decorating the chapel. The people I was with and I stopped the decorating and married without it. The people I was with and I got into the reception hall that had just been waxed. The floor was so slippery that a single of the groomsmen’s shoes slid. He slid into the cake table; the cake went up in the air and smashed onto the floor, throwing cake all over most people. The people I was with and I had the doors open to the gardens; it started raining while in the hors d’oeurvres and the people I was with and I were all drenched to the skin. The A/C was just the start of our day.