- 5 years ago
- Wedding: September 2013
They always say no wedding is imuned to the forces of nature. I knew when I booked a September wedding in Malibu that the weather threat would probably not be rain or snow but rather fires.
Well, the fires came early starting on May 2nd in Camarillo. Camarillo is far enough from my wedding spot that I didn’t think twice but on Friday morning I woke up to the sound of a news anchor saying the street name where my wedding house is located. The streets had been closed and my “first look” location on the beach was up in flames.
Anyway, fastforward to Saturday when I learned that the streets were reopened. I had to see for myself so I drove up into the hills on my trucks. I spoke (basically cried) to firefighters telling them how grateful I was for them. I didn’t mention my wedding. That’s not important – they saved every single home and no one was hurt.
When it comes to the house where we will be getting married, it truly is a miracle. If you stand in the house, everything as far as the eye can see is perfectly fine, green and beautiful all the way out to the ocean. But, just past your view, it looks like the apocolypse. One road that goes up to the house (the one the shuttle will take) is perfect. The other road is completely charred. In the first picture above, I am standing in the ash, behind me, blackness, and in front of me to the far far left the little white spot is the wedding house.
I’m so grateful. This whole experience really put things in perspective for me. Wedding days come and go, but people – their lives, their homes… that’s what truly matters.
Thank you firemen.
I <3 Malibu