the entry. plan b.

I used to think I had the absolute perfect wedding day pictured out. I didn’t know all of the details, but I had a general atmosphere I wanted to share with my guests. I think most brides feel this way. It’s just what we do as little girls…we dream. As I was helping coordinate a wedding, I saw a bride’s dream. It was overlooking the lake on a quiet evening. Lanterns were strung across the ceiling of a grand tent, hovering over numerous tables that were adorned with lush flowers and lights. A short while later, I saw it flying across the field, and toppling onto the saturated ground. The wind and rain in just a few short minutes, created a demolition site. In a panic, I looked to my boss. Guests were about to arrive, and we were back at square one. As the rainstorm died, my hope came to life. It was our job to make it the best and most beautiful day of her life. As guests arrived, the true essence of what family is showed through.  Bridesmaids replaced linens, guests helped place centerpieces, groomsmen hung soggy lanterns and wiped off chairs. It was her day. We had to reinforce plan b. It wasn’t her dream, nor what she wanted. However, she was marrying her best friend, and that’s all that mattered. As I walked away from that tent that night with wet hair, I realized there was a lesson involved. Maybe our “plan” doesn’t really matter. Maybe obsessing over every detail isn’t as efficient as we think. Maybe we need to step back, and appreciate the important things in life a little more often. Isn’t that what really matters? A marriage is bond between a man and woman in good times and bad. We love every aspect of our partner, even when times are down. When that tent was down, we had each other to be thankful, and a couple ready to show they were in it for the sunshine, as well as the stormy weather.