I thought I'd share our wedding story. I sent parts of this into a local news station as well, so if you already know bits, forgive me.
Eight months ago, on my 30th birthday, my wonderful boyfriend proposed to me. Our relationship has always been a bit different. We met in Hong Kong while we were both traveling around the world. I live in New York City, he lives in London. Over the past two years we've been kept apart by volcanic ash, massive snow storms, a broken plane door and of course, last weeks earthquake.
On Thursday his family flew in, about 11 people and my family prepared to come up from Maryland. On Friday for lunch, we met my parents and his at our wedding venue so everyone could meet and see where the big event was going to happen. This was when we were informed that the event space would be closing and that our wedding, only 18 hours away, was cancelled. This is the worse thing I have ever heard in my life. Being an international couple we knew that Saturday was the only day that everyone would be together, probably forever.
My mom sprang into action. She called the hotel they were staying at, the Newark Hilton, and they said they could do it. My fiancee went over to the new venue with my parents and began to plan plan plan. They redid the whole wedding in 2 hours. We had all of the favors and they re-purposed them for the new space. One of the hotel employees even found a bakery for a last minute cake and went to pick it up herself. I called all of our vendors and they all were amazing and had no problems relocating to the new space.
Then we found out that the officiant wouldn't be able to come. Just a hour before we said our vows one of my relatives became ordained online, which is totally legal in NJ. Everyone who was there pitched in to make it the best day possible for Edward and myself.
Despite everything, I walked down the aisle yesterday. It might not have been the wedding of my dreams, the wedding I've spent the last eight months planning, but I married the man of my dreams.