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12/14/2003: "December Bride"

It has been a turbulent day; the wind has blown, the snow, ice and rain have fallen, and I was out there, rushing from task to task in the midst of it. it was starting to get messy when the 9:00 service approached, just enough snow on the ground to make things interesting, but when it was time to get ready for the wedding this afternoon, conditions were asmessy as they can get. I salted and shoveled and a county plow came by and threw great grey gobs of slush back on the sidewalk in front of the church. Old country grandma, wizened and stooped, made it inside somehow. The coordinator was home with the flu, and the pastor and I instructed the wedding party on how to process. The limo arrived, half an hour late, and the bride, sore distressed, gathered her gown up around her waist to hop out and across the sidewalk to the church. The wedding itself was pretty, all candlelight and wreaths and Pachelbel. Afterwards they wouldn't leave, and when I finally got everyone off to the reception, I found my car in an icy cocoon, and I realized how long I'd been at work.