I don’t know who invited Arthur to wedding week, but in spite of making things difficult, I’m glad he was here. He disrupted the debugging of my backyard and now that has to wait until Monday and he ruined the landscaping by dropping pockets of leaves all over the yard. My gazebo couldn’t be up and ready for everyone’s arrival on Saturday morning…etc.
But Arthur did provide a service. He made us all stop and focus on all that still needed to be done for the wedding. Arthur began bashing the cape with harsh winds and rain about 3 pm on Friday. It was as dark as night outside. My husband and future son-in-law, along with my daughter’s friend huddled around the TV cheering for Brazil. I had two graphic designers (Ashley and her boyfriend) around the kitchen table designing and printing the table signs and place cards. Bride daughter and I had a large whiteboard propped on a chair and we planned the seating chart. Then I glued starfish to the place cards and finished wire wrapping the rope decorations for the aisle seats.
If it weren’t for Arthur, we wouldn’t have gotten all this done in one afternoon. Also, the camaraderie doing it together in the storm would’ve been lost. We all felt good when we were done, poured drinks, and had an awesome dinner. We retired early to the beating of the rain and wind against the windows.
The next day dawned bright and sunny. We put up the gazebo with the help of friends and family. Everyone arrived safely and are now tucked away in their cottages. My husband and I sat outside last night listening to fireworks on the beach (we sent the kids down there) and realized how truly blessed we were.
And so, as another day goes by, even Arthur couldn’t put a damper on wedding week – complete with lighted palm tree…and I have written.
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