We were
sitting in my sister's yellow little car on our way to Helsinki. Stephen's
parents and sister were staying at my mom's house near Turku. We had an appointment
with the pastor who would wed us at noon the following day.
In a little
town called Salo, the car broke. We pulled over to a gas station, got the car
running again and decided to get more gas. We fed a banknote into the automat
to get gas only to realize that we could not fit all the gas we paid for in the
tank. Frustration.
Driving on,
we arrived in Helsinki, but before our destination, the car started to act up
again. We managed to push it to yet another gas station and tried to call the
pastor, who was waiting for us at the church. This was before mobile phones, so
we failed.
Suddenly my
brother walks in. He had seen the familiar car with the hood open and came to
see if everything was ok. Praise God! Everything was ok once he had fixed the
car so we could at least get home.
I started
getting a fever, but we still had to go and bake the wedding cake at some
friends' house. They had a good oven and mixer and had promised to decorate the
cake for us in the morning. We went and baked the cake. I lay down on their
kitchen floor to rest while the cake was in the oven. My nephew had agreed to pick
up the cake and my friends in the morning before the wedding.
The
following morning the groom decided that he is going to have a haircut after
all. This was just two hours before the wedding would begin. We dashed around the
city looking for a barbershop that would take walk-ins. When he was seated, I
ran off to buy the wedding bouquet. We had tried to go the traditional way of
ordering one at a florist, but I had cancelled it. I could not put over 60
euros into flowers! Instead, I purchased a perfectly functional bouquet at a
florist nearby for under 5 euros.
Half an
hour before the wedding was to begin, our friends called to report that my
nephew had not shown and they were still waiting with the cake. I put on
stockings, hairpins in my hair and we drove off to pick them up. Without panic
or visible distress, they sat in the back seat when we tore off to the
reception hall. Once the cake had been dropped off and the car parked, we hurried
up the hill to the church. Know this: churches are always on top of a hill in
Finland. I was flustered over my narrow wedding dress that did not permit any
running.
When we came
to the church, everybody was seated and the organist asked us what music we had
in mind. It was a couple of minutes before the ceremony was to begin. We answered
that wedding music would be fine.
Stephen gave
me a kiss and dashed to the front of the church. The music began.
In a few
moments I would be crying my eyes out at the altar and there are no pockets for
Kleenex in wedding gowns.