November 11, 2017
We had been working on this wedding for weeks.
Jennifer pushing, helping organize, making calls.
Me just trying to follow orders.
On Friday, we spent half a day at the venue, with the first part of the decorating.
They worked on the flowers.
I did ladder and assembly stuff with my manly tools.
Carrying, loading, unloading.
Then rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.
We got home about ten.
I curled up with a blanket in my chair while Wendy did some finishing touches on the Cornhole Game we had built.
She woke me up about 12:45, and we went to bed.
5:30 AM. I began loading the last of the stuff.
I woke Wendy at 6:00, and I kept working.
Man, I was really looking forward to the end.
My favorite part would be the visiting with friends and family during the after celebration.
I knew that there would still be the tear down, reloading, and unloading the uhaul before I could really relax.
But I can’t possibly think that far ahead.
Wendy was running late, and was ready to leave.
I hadn’t even had my shower, so she went on ahead.
She called me in a few minutes. “I feel horrible. I’m just asking God to please don’t let me have a stroke. My blood pressure feels really high.”
I said, ” Just go there and be the boss. You know what needs to be done. Just get the others to do it.”
Of course the big task would be Zoe’s hair. She figured she needed 2 to 2 1/2 hours.
When I got there, I delivered the last of the stuff, and took food orders for McDonald’s.
Delivered the food. Wendy took two bites.
“I don’t have time to eat.” ( Or drink. She left it all sitting there.)
I made a few trips to Walmart, moved all through the venue filling in some gaps.
Wendy was doing Zoe’s hair. I called her a couple of times.
“Doing hair. Too busy to talk.”
Finally, the place was decorated, guests were arriving, I was suited up, and I spent some time visiting the early arrivals.
My favorite part.
It was quickly time to get with Zoë, to lead her into her next chapter.
Wendy looked at Zoë. “What’s wrong? Are you crying?”
Zoë replied, “I’m scared!”
I asked,”About the future or about now?” (Visions of runaway bride flashing in my brain.)
“No, I want the future! I’m scared about right now!”
The walk, the ceremony, man and wife, the kiss….it is done.
Now to the fun part.
Oh, wait. The pictures first.
Then the fun part.
Pictures over. The sun is down. The lights are illuminating, and Wendy and I begin our walk up the sidewalk to the barn to visit (YEA!) and have a cup of something hot. ( Man, I am really looking forward to that coffee!)
Dick and Ann were walking with us, and we kept stopping.
I looked toward the barn, wanting Wendy to see my brothers and sister.
I looked back. Wendy was looking down at the ground. My head started to turn, and I saw her go down. Fast. Her forehead head hit the ground with a thump.
“Wendy! Are you okay?!” I was kneeling beside her. I tried to get her to respond.
No response. No twitch. No movement.
“HELP! I NEED SOME HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP!”
I have never felt fear like I felt it at that moment!
A nurse, a doctor, more nurses, a nurse practitioner, paramedic, all at the same wedding.
Wendy’s eyes opened, she answered every question lucidly. Name. Date. Where we were. She didn’t know why she was on the ground.
But she was alive.
Everyone clapped as they rolled the gurney carrying Wendy through the pavilion…right past the barbecue…like she had just scored the winning run.
When they put Wendy in the ambulance, three year old, Harper, my great niece, came up with her Nezzie, Belinda. “We should pray for Wendy,” she said.
The paramedics did some checks, and we left the party that we had been working on so long.
Ambulance to the hospital, check-in, all the tests. Medicine for high blood pressure. Nothing else.
And that’s why the cracker dinner was okay with me.
The nurse said, “We are going to go ahead and release you as soon as your blood pressure goes down a little bit. We have never let someone out this quick.”
Power of prayer.
God is good.
We made it back to the wedding in time for the last dance.
We got to see Zoë before she and Evan left.
And, we had so much help, doing the tear down, it was almost like a party in itself.
Every wedding needs a story.
Wendy said,”Yeah, but I wish I wasn’t the story.”
But there is much more to this story….