All that gets overshadowed by Irene: the (attempted) emergency evacuation Sunday morning, running through ankle deep water through pouring rain to try to get out of camp before the bridge got washed away (carrying our cat wrapped in a towel like a football)... and then, after finding out the bridge was gone, the three days of being stranded at "Camp Weddinga". Three days of mixed emotions - the initial fear, worry and concern giving way to a pretty spectacular display of camaraderie amongst the 100 guests (or hostages, as we liked to call them) who were stuck there with us. Our friends from across the US and Canada came together to share their talents during the Talent Show the first evening (we have some seriously talented friends), then created an awesome activity schedule to keep our days occupied, including bread baking, yoga, mushroom picking, massage therapy, and a solid attempt at crab-apple liquor making. From water conservation (we were a little stinky until the shower schedule was established) to food rationing (kids and pregnant ladies eat first! only one sausage each! two meals a day!) to coffee rationing, to meal prep and clean up, everyone banded together to get through it... thank goodness we were well stocked in the wine and liquor department (otherwise things could've gotten ugly). Yes, the wedding itself gets overshadowed by the hurricane, the drama, and the rescue mission. But it was our wedding, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy Anniversary, Didz.
Best year of my life.