The short answer is - they're hitched!
Theirs has been quite the story. Coming together from a half a world away, falling hopelessly in love in a matter of weeks, threatened with separation by their respective governments (and a mountain of paperwork!) and a whirlwind of wedding, house and marriage prep in another few short weeks --- I get exhausted just thinking about it! But those who know them, who have experienced them together, can attest to the way they take it all in stride. As they did on one of the most adventurous wedding days. EVER. I recorded a few thoughts from the day in an old diary from the fourth grade, which I found while rummaging through my things at home.
It is my sister's wedding day and the rain pours. I am sitting in the dark with a head full of wet hair and no power to dry it. Jess puts on a brave face and we laugh at the disastrous circumstances: the semi-outdoor venue will not shelter us from sideways rain, hail, and lightning that have been forecast for the entire day and well into the night. The photographer hasn't returned a call in days and this morning persists in evading us. As I leave another message on his voicemail, I realize I neglected to charge my Blackberry last night and it is dangerously low on power. Too late to charge it now. Jessica is beautiful, natural, calm, and as low-key as ever. It is the perfect day for a wedding. This is a perfect chapter in their story.
Getting to that wedding complete with makeup, hair and unsoiled dresses was quite an adventure. The hair stylist worked her magic via generator during a critical 3-hour power outage, and we made use of the natural lighting on the deck (under the covered walkway and out of the rain) to apply makeup and finishing touches. The dynamic duo of bridesmaids (including yours truly) provided escort with a host of supporting cast in the safe and unspotted transport and upkeep of the lovely bride in and out of cars, golf carts, and cave paths. Helpful hint: Keep a supply of baby wipes handy on your wedding day- they work miracles.
It was a perilously perfect day, complete with the impeccably-timed whine of tornado sirens during the vows. (Who wants wedding bells when you can have tornado sirens, anyway?) We sent them off with waves of handheld sparklers and collapsed into exhausted, joyful tears. Would that every bride's day might be half so momentous; would that every bride would weather (pun intended) the minor catastrophes that might arise on her wedding day with half so much grace and ease as Jess.
XOXOXOXOXO
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