My husband and I married on this day in 2009 at the Goodells County Park. It had rained the night before and flooded our ceremony site in Meadow Creek. The clouds had opened up, again, on my guests as they waited behind the farm house minutes before the ceremony. My wedding party and guests had to scramble to set up the ceremony in the pole barn that we had reserved for the reception minutes before the ceremony was scheduled to begin.
After the ceremony, my groom and I posed for our pictures with our parents. At that moment, the clouds had dissipated into white fluffy blobs in the sky; except for one. It was in the shape of a heart. It has been said among my family that if it rains on our wedding day, God is showering blessings on our union. My grandparents were married for 41 years before my grandfather passed away, and my mother has been married to my step-father for 23 years. And, it had rained on each of their wedding days. Here’s to a long and happy marriage!