They say rain on your wedding day is good luck, but I’m convinced that’s something they say to calm down brides who are freaking out about their centerpieces getting dumped on. So when it started to pour around 1pm on our wedding day, I tried not to look at any of my friends or sisters who were with me in the salon. I just stared out the window, and prayed the rain would stop – just for 30 minutes at 5 o’clock. Just enough time for me to walk down the sandy aisle to the shore to meet Jacob at the end of it. Then it could pour all it wanted to while we retreated to dinner, drinks, and dancing under the tent. Even though I was willing it to be with all my might, there were no guarantees. We had chosen Hawaii as the place to get married for it’s natural beauty, but we had known all along the weather could be unpredictable.
By 4pm, it had appeared my plea to Mother Nature had worked: there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I was up in my hotel room with my five bridesmaids, and it was time to get dressed. I slipped on the floor length gown and my sister and my friends then began the grueling process of lacing up my corset-style dress (it took a village to get me into that dress!). I felt the dress cinch tight around my waist, pressing my insulin pump tight against my back. There would be no retrieving that thing if it broke, so I packed a spare Humalog pen in the purse my grandmother had given me, just in case.
We sipped champagne, we laughed, I flitted about the room anxiously. The photographer came by to capture the “getting ready” photos of all of us girls. And then before I knew it, it was time to go. I clicked in to my Dexcom : 153mg/dL with an arrow straight across. We took the elevator down to the lobby, my bridesmaids in tow as I paraded towards the hotel entrance in my big white dress. Our wedding planner pulled up in a golf cart to drive the first group of ladies down to the wedding ceremony sight. “I’ll come back for you!” she said, whisking away all but me and my older sister, my maid of honor.
My sister and I waited at the entrance. She and I talked about nothing in particular. We alternated between “it’s so beautful! I can’t believe the rain cleared up,” to just looking at each other in disbelief. Me, so blown away by the fact that this moment was finally here, and my big sister, in an equal state of shock at the fact that her little sister was 30 minutes away from being a married woman.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the wedding planner pulled up again. “We’re ready, Alexis” she said, and my sister and I climbed in the little golf cart. She smiled and snapped a photo of me, and we laughed about our VIP ride in a golf cart down to the wedding site. As we pulled up, the sight of our wedding caused me to draw my breath in. It looked perfect. All the little details we had planned for months had come together to create the most gorgeous and inviting tent. I saw all my friends and family that I love so much seated down at the water’s edge, and Jacob waiting at the alter. I checked in on my Dex one last time: 154mg/dL. Then I handed my purse to the wedding planner, and that was the last time I thought about diabetes that day.
I stepped out of the cart, and picked up my bouquet. My sister gave me one final wave and smile
and lined up with the wedding party to begin walking down the aisle. I looked up at the towering trees that framed the shoreline, and I felt my heart expand bigger than it ever had. This was it. This was the rest of my life waiting for me at the end of that aisle. I took a deep breath, then a first step. And I walked down that aisle, right in to my forever. And it was perfect.