The big day (Flicka and Snipp’s wedding) came and went.
Six months of preparation culminated in one glorious day. Of all the big and small details to oversee for the backyard nuptials, none caused me stress like the uncertainty of the weather during the rainiest summer in recent years.
Raindrops flitted in for the early photo session and fled. During the ceremony, they pattered again to emphasize the couple’s spoken vows but retreated soon after. The reception stayed dry, but when it ended, distant thunder drummed the firmament while the remaining relatives helped us break down tables and stack chairs. An hour later, sirens shrieked, and tornado warnings lit up our phones.
After our mountaintop of grace, goodness, and love, I’m back to work, opening my email after my time off to find eleven new clients waiting for me, overtime approved on my behalf so I can serve them all, and my team members saying they missed me. Another kind of grace, goodness, and love.
And hundreds of chairs to sell on Facebook Marketplace. Let’s not forget that part.
(I promise you more wedding photos when the photographer sends them, but for now, here’s one of Flicka and me. And the chairs. Always the chairs.)
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*Names in this blog have been changed to protect my family, neighbors, and friends in the neighborhood, and in a nod of appreciation to the beloved Swedish author Maj Lindman, I’ve renamed my three blondies Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka.