I got married the day after Christmas. Because I am crazy. My mother-in-law was determined to have one last full-blown Christmas before her first child got married, so she went ahead and planned out the whole thing: the presents, the food, the extended family events. My husband, then fiancee, and his immediate family were to fly out Christmas afternoon for our wedding the next morning. My mother-in-law tells the story of how she got up extra early to put a turkey in the oven so they could eat a full Christmas dinner at noon, proving that she is just as crazy as I am.
It started snowing Christmas Eve and when the hour rolled around to leave for the airport there were several inches on the ground. And of course, the plows weren’t running because it was Christmas! Slowly my husband’s family made their way to the airport, only to discover that all flights had been severely delayed or cancelled. After we were married my husband confessed that in that moment he was certain they were going to be unable to make it to the wedding. He was going to stand me up at the altar, and I would never forgive (or marry) him.
By some miracle, the airport workers managed to plow the runway well enough to get one flight out that day. My husband’s flight. His entire family made it to the wedding, and I was none the wiser until after the honeymoon. That was probably for the best.