I woke to the sound of rain this morning, the same sound I fell asleep to last night. And supposedly it is set to continue, throughout today, tomorrow, and beyond. So I am sitting here with knots in my stomach because apparently it is going to rain on my wedding day (though I am well aware, unlike Alanis, that this does not fit the definition of irony. Rather, it just plain sucks.) I'm sure we will still have a fantastic party, but a lot of what we had planned revolved around having the ceremony outside. I know, it's a chance you take, but all week the weather reports indicated a break in the rain on Sunday, and that's what I was counting on.
So, please, if you are reading this, do a chant, kneel and pray, burn some sage, spin around in circles yelling like a lunatic...whatever your particular beliefs call for, and try to get those rain gods to let up for just a few hours on Sunday afternoon in Canterbury, Connecticut.