36 years ago, today

As I sit on my back porch enjoying my morning cup of tea, I am reflecting over the past 36 years.

August 26, 1972 wasn't as cool as it is today, in fact, it was an ungodly hot and humid day that year. Hurricane Agnes had left a mark on many that year.

My DH's best man was unable to make it to the wedding because of the devastation done to his family's home (as well as those of everyone else in the town of Wilkes Barre, PA.)

When I woke up that morning, I was excited, as any bride would be on her wedding day. The sun was out and shining brightly. As the morning progressed, it became a little overcast but I wasn't even concerned. We came home from getting our hair done and I began the challenge of "getting beautified". In those days, I was still in full makeup mode at all times (false eyelashes included) but today, it had to be even more special. I remember coming from the bathroom to show everyone my makeup and I noticed that the drapes had been drawn closed in my room. When I asked why, I was told that the sun was shining in so brightly that the girls couldn't see to fix their own faces. Little did I know at the time, that my dutiful 'maids' thought they were protecting me from the ugly truth outside; It was pouring buckets!
Little did they know that I couldn't have cared less! It was my wedding day and nothing could spoil it. Nothing else mattered. OMG! Look at those dresses!

When the photographer finished with the family shots inside the house, we opened the door to leave and the rain had slowed to a drizzle. Barely noticeable drops were few and far between.

By the time I settled into the back seat of (now here is one of those times I warned you about; when you become jealous of my fabulous life) our friend's brand new black Grand Prix, the sky opened up again, and poured all the way to the church.

When I reached the church, the rain slowed enough to get inside after which it began storming once again!

Then it happened; a thunderbolt so loud and so close that the electric went out in the church which meant....no music! Horrors! My organist was a friend and he was so disappointed. Luckily, my mother's friend jumped up and ran to the piano and saved the day. Or so she thought. I held out hope that the lights would come back on and my friend could play. We waited as long as we could and finally, started the procession for the girls. Just as I reached the doors, the lights came back on and the organ started up again! The ceremony went on while the sun shone through the stained glass windows of the sanctuary. It was beautiful!

The rain held out for the receiving line and throwing of the rice (which I subsequently picked from my hair for 2 days!). While we were inside doing some more pictures, the rain came, but only long enough for the pictures and then it stopped again while we were in the car going to the reception.

Once inside the (Washington Crossing) Inn, I didn't care any more!

The night was wonderful and at the end, you could hardly even tell it had rained at all!
So, I guess it's true what they say; "Rain and sunshune on your wedding day is lucky!"

Wow! Have we changed much?