Everyone envisions their Wedding Day to be a day of exhilarating bliss and calm perfection. But that’s the thing about ‘perfection’, it doesn’t exist. The average couple has their wedding day all planned out, organized ‘to a tee’… from the seating arrangements, cheerful wedding décor to the perfect tuxedo for the groom and the perfect white wedding dress for the bride… and finally down to the shiny new wedding rings that patiently sit and wait to be placed and worn on the fingers of the newly happily wed couple. We had all these details already arranged for almost a year ahead of time down to the very day of our wedding, but the concern and worry of having a Spring Wedding pondered in the back of my fiancé’s and my mind and a “Spring Wedding Disaster Story” was brewing in the midst. And nothing could have prepared us for the storm that was about to erupt.
Usually, it’s the bride who has the most anxiety, excitement, and sentimental yearning about the day of her waiting, and my fiancé did feel all those feelings, but I myself… have been waiting for this day just as badly and as anxiously as she since I prosed to Jenny over a year ago the day of our college graduation. I’ve had this day in my head for a long time now and I knew how I wanted everything to happen, but what did happen was far beyond any of my expectations, far beyond anything that I could have ever imagined or even feared or could prepare myself for.
Our wedding day began and started out just as we had planned, the sun was out; shining bright… and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, it was the perfect day on that May, Spring Saturday afternoon. You could smell the freshly cut grass in the air as rows of white wooden wedding chairs sat in an orderly fashion with our guests, family members, good friends and loved-ones while they waiting patiently for us to pronounce our “I DOS”. We stood there, my fiancée Jenny and I, at the end of the isle, front and center, facing each other hand in hand. The priest was all set and ready to marry us, Jenny’s bridesmaids aligned beside her and my best men stood alongside me. I took a quick glance at those freshly painted white wooden chairs that sat softly on the freshly cut green grass and I saw my parents, Jenny’s parents and her brother Johnny. I also saw my sister Abbey who was glowing with gratitude and love for Jenny and I and for the baby that was growing inside her, as Abbey sat there 9 months pregnant with my nephew inside and finally I looked back alongside myself at my best man, who was also my sister Abbey’s husband, who was also my best friend. He appeared to be calm and gave off that same feeling and notion of gratitude towards myself and my fiancé who were about to be married at any moment when all of a sudden it all happened so fast… the storm that had been brewing in the distance… erupted and none of us were ready for it, especially me.
My sister Abbey’s water broke and all chaos broke loose and this storm was now in full force. I remember Abbey was screaming in pain and excitement that she was about to become a mother for the first time. My parents and Jenny’s parents rushed to her assistance as did my best man, my sister’s husband and father of my arriving baby nephew. The priest who was about to marry us dialed 911 for an ambulance and my fiancée Jenny and I followed the crowd of chaos to comfort my sister who was about to give birth at any moment. It was a race with time and the race of our lives… my fiancé and I were destined to get married on this day while in the scheme of things my baby sister was about to give birth to my nephew, it was a race to the finish and we didn’t know which event was going to happen first, but we all knew that both would change our lives forever. Moments later I had to call SEVERAL taxi-cabs to pick my sister and her husband up as well as one for Jenny and myself and for any other immediate family that wanted to attend the birth of Abbey’s newborn son. I ended up calling 5 different taxi-cabs that day and I remember how we were all literally in a race with time. Traffic was backed-up, the busy streets of New York City were as chaotic and hectic as ever, tension filled the air and I had a gut feeling that this wasn’t going to turn out good. In the hectic rush to our taxi Jenny got her wedding dress stuck in the door and we couldn’t get it out without ripping it. The door was jammed and locked tight and our taxi driver didn’t understand English all that well, as we yelled” “Unlock the back door, THE DRESS IS STUCK!!!” but he didn’t understand and we just continued on our race to the hospital.
Eventually, we had finally arrived to the main lobby of the hospital. My sister was already upstairs and going into labor. Meanwhile, a crazy idea came to mind and I deiced to ask Jenny if she would marry me right then and there at the hospital since we and our entire immediate family was all there. My mother and my mother-in-law arranged the chairs in the hospital cafeteria as they were arranged on the freshly cut grass of our back-yard at our house. Everyone took their seats and places as they had did before, including the priest, who had helped comfort my sister in the taxi-cab on the way to the hospital. Everything was back to the way it was before, me and my fiancé face to face and hand in hand and this time we got to say our “I DOS” and exchange our vows together. Moments later we heard a man yell: “He’s here!” and as my wife and I turned around we saw my sister Abbey and her husband (my best friend) holding my new baby nephew, ‘Addison Jacob’, and they walked over towards us and we knew this was very rare and magical moment and we would never forget any of it….
Though our wedding didn’t turn out as we had planned it to, the unexpected can surprise you and what happened on the day o wedding, Jenny and I wouldn’t change for the world. In the hectic chaos that was our wedding and the day of the birth of my nephew, it is now a story that we can share with our kids and our family for generations to come. This wasn’t just any ‘Spring Wedding’ but it was our own personal “Spring Wedding Disaster Story” that had a blessed miracle brewing in the midst.