71: My Perfect Wedding

71: My Perfect Wedding

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Here Comes the Bride

My Perfect Wedding

When you aim for perfection, you discover it’s a moving target.

~George Fisher

My future husband loaded up the truck as I added the finishing touches to my make-up. I quickly put on my pink bride baseball cap. I noticed my soon-to-be husband, Scott, accidentally left his black groom baseball cap on the bathroom counter.

Scott yelled out from downstairs, “The bags are in the truck. We are all loaded up.”

I walked down the dark hallway with only the kitchen light to show me my way. As I walked out the door, the morning frost on the grass glistened in the moonlight. The steam from Scott’s coffee followed him as he hopped into the already running truck.

The blue light of the clock caught my eye: 5:52. Wow, I thought. We are ahead of schedule. I handed him his groom baseball cap. Without a word, he put it on.

We hopped on the freeway. To our delight, there were no other cars on the road. It was as if the roads were open just for us. We had all the time in the world.

We continued down the highway. It was the perfect start to the perfect wedding. Wedding?

“Oh, no!” I screamed. “I forgot my wedding dress!”

“What? What? How do you forget your wedding dress?” he said.

“It’s in the closet. It wasn’t with the other bags.”

The truck was off the freeway before I could finish my sentence. He whipped the truck around and headed back home. He flew down the empty freeway at 85 miles per hour.

“Hey, is that a cop?” he asked as he pointed to the right side of the freeway.

“No, no, that’s not a cop. It’s just a car,” I said.

“Are you sure?” he said.

“Yes, I am sure,” I said with a slightly agitated tone.

“Fine,” he said, “but that looks like a cop.”

“It’s not a cop! Oh… but that is,” I said as I pointed to the left side of the freeway.

We flew by him still going 85 miles per hour. It was too late. There wasn’t time to slow down. Quickly, our brake lights lit up the freeway as the darkened police cruiser came to life. The officer pulled in behind us. We knew what was coming.

“We can’t get a ticket! We don’t have time for a ticket,” I said.

As the sirens blared behind us, Scott said, “I can’t believe you made me wear this hat!”

I let out a nervous laugh as we pulled over.

The officer slowly walked up to the driver’s window and said, “Did you know you were going 85 miles per hour?”

“Yes!” we both screamed out in unison.

The officer stepped back, half-smiling, and said, “And why was that?”

“We forgot the wedding dress. We are on the way to the airport. We forgot the dress.” Again, both in unison.

The officer said, “The airport is the other way.”

“We are going to get the dress. It’s at home. Then we have to go back to the airport.” Still both speaking over each other.

The officer looked at Scott, tapped the side of his truck and said, “Slow down when you get to 70th. Officers like to hang out there.”

As we pulled away from the still-smiling officer, Scott said, “It had to be the hat. He must have felt sorry for me.”

We finally got home. I ran into the house to get the dress. Almost instantly, I was back out the door. Somehow, the sun had come up while I briefly ran inside. I hopped in the truck with a big smile on my face. Scott looked at me with a little less excitement.

We finally made it to the airport. Our first-class tickets allowed us to get through the lines quickly. With twenty minutes to spare, we sipped on mai tais waiting for the plane to take off.

“See, I knew we would make it,” I said with a smile.

“It’s too soon for me. I need another mai tai,” he said with half a smile.

When the plane touched down in Hawaii, I knew we were a mere twenty-four hours away from getting married.

We quickly got to our hotel room, unpacked a few things, and then headed off to our favorite restaurant. We joked with friends and family about the little mishap with the dress. Everyone went around the table talking about what went wrong at their weddings. We all laughed as each couple shared their little wedding imperfections.

I realized that what makes a perfect wedding are the imperfections that happen along the way. It’s much like a marriage. There are beautiful moments; there are stressful moments; there are moments when you just need a drink. But in a “perfect” marriage, you get through all those moments together.

~Diana DeAndrea-Kohn

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