- 7 years ago
- Wedding: September 2011
After 10 years, Fiance and I FINALLY got hitched on Saturday, not sure even up until that morning that it was going to actually happen. Literally, everything that could have gone wrong did, but it was still the most perfect, most wonderful day I could ever have dreamed of.
Our area, the Wyoming Valley of PA, made national news Wednesday and Thursday with the worst flooding since Hurricane Agnes in 1972 and we (and my dress) were right in the thick of it. I busted my hump all day Wednesday finalizing all of the wedding details so I had nothing to worry about Thursday and Friday except fun stuff like nails and picking up my dress from the shop. Thursday, I woke up to rain and reports that the river was starting to flood and was expected to get much worse as well as news of mandatory evacuations, inlcuding the area that the dress shop was in. I was scheduled to pick up after 1, so I went down early hoping everything was set and I could take it home, but it wasn’t. By the time 1 rolled around, the street that the shop was on had been shut down and evacuated.
When I got home, my neighbor let me know that one of the levees three streets over had been breached and houses were flooding with water on their first floors already, and the house three doors down was already having their basement pumped because our sewers and storm drains were backing up. I spent the rest of the afternoon either glued to the TV or outside checking on neighbors and watching the progress of the flood water, too afraid to do anything else or leave the area in case we were the next ones to be evacuated. I also secured a back up wedding dress. By 9.30, we were the only street left in our neighborhood that had not been mandatory evacuated, and we were assured by emergency workers that our street was fine and their was no cause for alarm, even though the street behind us had filled with water in less than 20 minutes. I opened all the windows in the house so I could hear what was going on outside and went to bed, only to be woken up at 11.50 by the town sirens, firetruck sirens and police cars stopping at each house on the street advising us to evacuate as quickly as possible as the water had started to rise very fast again. Fiance and I grabbed what we could and the dog and headed to my parents house for the rest of the night.
What we woke up to the next day was devastating. The town that I grew up in was mostly underwater and the damage was so bad that houses literally floated down the river. The town that we currently live in wasn’t much better, but luckily the flood water had stopped about four doors from ours, and we didn’t have a drop of water in our basement. By this time, we didn’t know if the wedding would actually happen. I didn’t have a dress, we weren’t sure if our officiant was going to be able to make it because no one was allowed in or out in the town where he lived and my brother is an emergency responder. At this point, it was either go with it or end up in the looney bin, so we went with it and came up with a contingency plan to have the reception anyway, since the site and our vendors were in safer locations and we would get married later if we had to.
Now, here is the perfect part of the wedding. While all of this was going on, our friends were rallying to make sure that everything would go as smoothly as possible, and I had no idea it was going on. One friend, and her coworkers that I had never met, were calling the dress shop hoping that they would be open and scouring the internet for a dress I could buy in a department store off a rack if I had to. Coworkers of mine were pulling up maps and comparing them to the listing of closed streets, figuring out away to get my dress, and another was checking her online ordained minister lisence to ensure it was still valid. My brother and original officiant were assuring my mother that they would both be there the next day, even if it took large equipment and boats to get them out of town to where we were. In the meantime, I got a text that the dress shop had reopened, and Fiance and our neighbor were in the car going to get it before I could even process what was going on. I can’t even begin to describe what I feel for these people right now, especially our neighbors that had suffered devastating losses to their property the night before, who took time out of their day to check on me.
In the meantime, I also got a text from our friendor baker letting me know that there was an issue with the cake (it was the BEST cake I ever ate) and my sister got a text that the hairdresser’s father had a stroke and she would not be able to make it (mine squeezed us all in).
Saturday was better than I could have ever dreamed. Everything came together, the food, cake and drinks were great and we partied till we dropped. I have pics to post, but for some reason can’t upload them right now.
The best part of the night (except for spending the rest of my life with my now husband) is that we had so much left over soda, water and other drinks to donate to our local clean up volunteers, and we used the dollar dance as a fundraiser and raised 300.00 to go to our local Red Cross.
If you made it this far–Thanks! The 36 hours prior to the wedding were absolute hell, but I somehow kept my cool through all of it and we had a wonderful day. Just wanted to share with everyone out there.