Eighteen years ago, it rained at my wedding. People said that would bring us good luck, and it did. We have had a wonderful marriage, and every day I am reminded how lucky I am to have Lou.
This weekend, Lou and I went to the wedding of Amelia and Steve. (Amelia is my friend from work, and the person who does the energy work, Healing Touch, which has been helping me deal with my chemo side effects.)
This was an amazing wedding.
We were directed to park in a field. Then we climbed aboard a golf cart for a fast, bumpy trip up the hill to Amelia's folks' place. We were hanging on for dear life (we were on the back bench and could have been thrown right off by any of the bumps), and Lou looked at me and said, "I am really glad we came to this wedding!" It was better than any excursion we ever paid for on a cruise.
Anyway, we made it to the house alive and got pretty good seats on the upper level of the flagstone patio. The view was gorgeous, of woods and a pond and a meadow. (When the bride and groom joined the minister, we could see Amelia's face, but not Steve's.)
It started to sprinkle rain drops on us, which we figured would bring Amelia and Steve nothing but good luck. Another friend from work, Anya, quickly found an umbrella for her daughter, Drake, and her cello. Drake's performance was so beautiful.
Then the rain stopped, but it started up again later while some lady was reading an Irish blessing and got to the part about God's blessings being like little raindrops. A collective, awed "Oooo," swept through the assembled guests!
Then, while Steve was reciting his vows, the sun broke through the clouds and shone down on them, like God was saying, "You are bathed in my light, and your future together is very bright."
I got all choked up.
The reception was excellent, and dinner was excellent. We got to chat with the minister and his wife Nancy, who informed us that the same minister married Amelia's parents too.
But, by now I was completely exhausted and we had to slip away. We stayed overnight in a hotel and then drove home really early to find poor old Samantha sort of mad at us for leaving her. John next door had dropped by a couple of times to check on her, but she was still annoyed with us, until we took her for a walk and plied her with cookies and got back in her good graces.