A Perfectly Blessed Storm
Four years ago today, I woke from by bed at a small inn and padded across the floor to push back the curtains.
My view was the harbor of Edgartown, and what I saw could only be described as The Perfect Storm. Winds whipped nastily and boats rocked and pulled at their moorings. The raindrops spattered against the panes of glass on the window with horizontal impact.
Ahhh. My Wedding Day.
Blissfully, the rain subsided as we all arrived at the Church, and then laid off as we exited after the service as well.
However, the wind kept up and resulted in perhaps our favorite wedding picture of all time: My wife and I are exiting the church as the bridesmaids and groomsmen are trying to wrestle with the soaring and billowing train of the wedding dress, which looks as if it is threatening to pull them off the ground.
For any couples worrying about the forecasts for the blessed day, please don't lose any sleep. The weather couldn't get any worse than that day, and we had a day I wouldn't change for the world.
Happy Anniversary, My Love.