On this day three years ago, about this time, I was standing on a corner in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, with newly styled bride hair and my little sister, watching a classic car parade with growing consternation. I’d had no idea there was a parade scheduled for that day, and as I waited for the rest of my family to arrive for a pre-wedding lunch, I realized that being trapped on that side of town seriously limited our dining options. I also realized that we were cut off both from the hotel where I and my bridal party were supposed to get dressed, and worst of all, from the B&B with the chapel where Matt and I were scheduled to get married in a few hours. As people in ’50s cars threw candy at my feet, I prayed that their parade would be done in time to not ruin my wedding day.
It was. Not in time to eat at the nice restaurant I’d picked out, mind – we ended up at a cozy country buffet for lunch – but by the time we finished eating, the cars were gone, and I made it to the chapel on time, and my life has been the better for it ever since.
Happy Anniversary, Matt.