I was a crazy woman, and was on high-stress levels at ALL times. It was a crazy/interesting time of my life.
But at the end of my wedding day I could honestly say it was all worth it.
There is one story surrounding my wedding that I never shared because it was too traumatizing, but I want it in writing to remember it. So here goes.
It was mid to late May and I had just picked up all of my envelopes from the lady who did my calligraphy.
I was very fortunate because all the calligraphy on my invitations was done for completely free. My grandma had a friend who wanted to do this for us as our wedding gift.
We are forever grateful.
Actually I am forever gratefuly because I'm pretty sure Luke wondered why we didn't just hand write them ourselves.
My calligraphy lady addressed over 200 sets of envelopes (both inner and outer). She was my hero.
One Saturday morning I picked up the envelopes and she told me to be very careful with them and to not spill anything on them.
I of course laughed at this in my head thinking "I would never be so stupid"
Lord help us all.
That day Luke and I got the necessary supplies for our invitations, and then spent several hours stuffing, gluing and stamping envelopes. It was a tedious project but by the end of the day we were so thankful to have that project done!
After we were completed I sat back and looked at two boxes full of precious invitations that needed to be mailed out that week. I didn't want anything to happen to them and wanted to keep them as safe as possible.
As I was looking at them I suggested to Luke that we pray over the invitations that they would stay 'safe and sound' and would arrive at the correct homes (I took my wedding very seriously) Luke thought I was absolutely crazy. So I silently prayed over the invitations myself.
That night I went home, placed the invitations on my floor in my room and went back to my car to get a 12 pack of 7up that had been sitting in my car for about a month.
Why I chose to get that 12 pack that night.....I will never know.
The next part of the story happened very very quickly.
I brought in the 12 pack, tripped over something, the 12 pack came flying out of my hands, and I watched in what seemed like super slow motion as 3 cans of 7-up exploded all over my room.
The same room that held my invitations.
As soon as the spraying quit I opened my sugary, sticky eyes to find my room COVERED in 7-Up. Covered is an understatement, there was not a part of that room that did not have 7-Up substance on it.
Except for my invitations that were mere inches from one of the cans.
Not one invitation was injured in the great 7-Up spray of '08.
It took me hours that night to clean up my room and I'm still not sure I got it all. I spent about 3 hours that night with a bucket of water and a cloth trying to clean the walls, ceiling, TV, fan, basically anything in the room.
I only lived in that room for a month after the incident and up until the day I moved out, I found spots where 7-Up had sprayed. I'm pretty sure the carpet will never be the same.
Aftet that incident I wrapped my invitations in plastic bags to ensure that nothing happened to them until they were sent off.
Then I called Luke to make sure he knew that even though he made fun of me for praying over our invitations, God totally listened.
Every time I think of this story I thank God that he listens to our prayers, all of them, even the one's that seem so insignificant.
All of the supplies:
Working hard on the invitations:
SO happy that they were all done and ready to be sent out: (this was about 30 min. before the incident)A picture I snapped right after it happened, you can see one of the cans to the right of the picture, on the left side are my invitations, you can see the box underneath it has 7-Up stains, yet my invitations were safe!