When I woke up the morning of my daughter Stephanie’s wedding and looked out the window, my heart sank. Over a foot of snow had fallen.
I had planned to finish up some last-minute jobs on Vashon Island, Washington, taking my car on the ferry, but I didn’t have snow tires.
My husband, Eldon, would ride over a little later with my mother, his mother and several guests in his van. Fortunately, the wedding party had stayed near the venue the night before, and the preacher lived on the island.
Maneuvering in the snow was difficult, but I drove slowly and made it to the ferry dock. I had lots of things to take with me, including keys to the church, a friend’s fruit salad for the reception, pretty bows…