The day of our wedding, it poured rain in a way it could only do in Texas – thunder, lightning, the whole bit. While we had made rain plans, we had chosen our venue because we wanted to have an outdoor wedding/bbq/camp fire. Moments before walking down the aisle, a bolt of lightning touched down in the distance, and a huge gust of wind knocked over all our flowers…and then, just like that, it was over. We escaped the thunderstorm (although we heard from our vendors that other weddings just within the five mile radius had not been so lucky), enjoyed a beautiful sunset, and danced all night under a full moon.
We were extremely lucky, and we knew it.
I said to Sly that considering how lucky we got, whatever happened on this trip weather-wise didn’t matter, because after our wedding, everything else was really just gravy.
I’m bringing this up because on this day, we had plans to take a helicopter ride to the top of Fox Glacier for a half day hike. The weather didn’t cooperate – the storm made visibility and conditions impossible for flying and hiking. It was a day where we enjoyed down time at a cozy cafe with lots of hot coffee, and where we planned the remainder of our trip in this little cafe. Sly also decided to accept his current job on this day – I remember that because we were lucky enough to be in a place with a decent internet connection.
I guess this is what they call fate stepping in.
Sly officially accepting his job offer
