God is good all the time, all the time God is good. This was the enduring phrase of our rollercoaster of a wedding week that we repeated at least ten times a day. If you know anything about the previous traveling adventures of Thomas and I, you know that there is always a story. ALWAYS.
The week of our wedding started out calm and blissful. All the details were completely planned and ready and it was time to sit back and enjoy ourselves…or so we thought.
Wednesday rolled around and this was the day we decided to get our marriage license, the day when all the craziness began. I was off work for the rest of the week and Thomas was taking a break from work to meet me there. I was so giddy and excited but I could tell Thomas seemed stressed (which I assumed was work related). We were finishing up with our license when he finally tells me the root of all his worries. He had just found out about an hour before that some countries require your passport to be good TWO months AFTER you return from your vacation. This stood true for our destination to Antigua as well and Thomas’ passport was to expire in April 2015 (our wedding was Mach 7, 2015…you do the math). CUE THE PANIC. Although, I am a determined and feisty little Italian and I was not about to give up on our honeymoon to the Caribbean.
We found a way to get it within 24-48 hours using Rush My Passport (which isn’t the cheapest option, but we were desperate). After spending hours at FedEx, the post office, and finally UPS to send it off, we could relax and just trust that it would all work out. We got home and I made Thomas practice our first dance for another hour or so (because yes, we had a choreographed dance and the dancer in me wanted to make sure we nailed it) and then off to bed to get some much needed rest.
We woke up the next morning to the BIGGEST SNOW STORM IN NASHVILLE IN YEARS. Listen, I love a good snowstorm but not when you are about to get married and also have a passport that needs to get to you. On top of the storms, Thomas also woke up to a stomach bug that had him running to the bathroom every 30 minutes (which he probably got from me getting all dance teacher crazy on him the night before).
Then there it was. That rollercoaster we were on just went up a very steep hill and started crashing downward and into one of those big, crazy loops. Thomas got the call from the passport peeps saying that his passport was going to be delayed at least 24 hours because of the snow. Okayyyy, no big deal…we were flying out on Monday from Kentucky and it was only Thursday, so another 24 hours would be fine right? Well yes, until they called on our WEDDING DAY to say that they could not get it to us before Tuesday (we were flying out MONDAY)…NOPE, not going to work.
The day of our wedding was BEAUTIFUL…it went from below freezing and snow to sunny and a high of 60 degrees in a matter of 24 hours. Thomas was feeling 100% better after a good 48 hours of feeling sick, all of our family was able to come near and far to celebrate with us despite the storms, and everything except for the passport went perfectly. God is good all the time, all the time God is good.
While I was busy getting my hair done, Thomas was busy working his magic to get a passport so that we could fly to our destination on time. I was completely unaware of the fact that the passport would not arrive until Tuesday until Thomas couldn’t hold it in any longer and called me just as I was about to sit down and get my makeup done….and then came the tears. I think I was more upset that Thomas was spending our wedding day worrying about our honeymoon instead of getting to enjoy it completely. So my bridesmaids and I got to brainstorming and Thomas continued to work his side of the magic.
Thomas was able to intercept the package and have it sent to Kentucky where we would be flying out. He later found out that it was still not going to get to us until Tuesday so he put his trust in God, let go of what he couldn’t control, and just enjoyed our wedding day. God is good all the time, all the time God is good.
Our beautiful wedding ended and we headed to Kentucky the next day with no set plan (these Crawfords are the king and queen of winging it). While driving to Kentucky we came up with a new plan. We decided that if we weren’t able to make it to Antigua, we at least wanted to be on a beach. Luckily our original flight had a lay over in Miami so we decided to just take our first flight and spend a couple nights in Miami instead of Kentucky (sounds like a way better destination right?). If we could have the passport intercepted and sent to Kentucky, why couldn’t we have it intercepted and sent to Miami? So we did just that. We talked to UPS to have the package sent to our hotel in Miami on Tuesday and changed our second flight to fly out on Wednesday to Antigua. Then we relaxed on the beach, drank some beers, and soaked up the sun. It was smooth sailings from there, right?
Welllllll not so much. After a day of lounging and drinking, Thomas got an email (late Monday) that his passport was renewed and was being sent…TO NASHVILLE. THE NEXT. DAY. WHAT?!?!??! Sooo after a few long and angry phone calls with UPS, we decided we had to come up with a new solution.
Like I said, I am a determined, feisty Italian and I am not going down without a fight. After more phone calls with UPS, FedEx, and airlines we found out that anything under a pound in weight can be sent as cargo with an airline (you don’t have to pay for a flight just the fee for the cargo). Thankfully, we have family in Nashville and Thomas’ mom came to our rescue. We found a flight out from Nashville to Miami on Tuesday for our package to go on, but the kicker was that Thomas’ mom had a small window of time between picking the package up after it arrived on Tuesday and dropping it off at the airport that same day (I am talking like an hour window).
We held our breath and prayed hard that this plan, which was our last and final card up our sleeve, would be the one that would get us to where we wanted to be on our honeymoon.
Luckily, this plan didn’t have any crazy twists and turns (surprisingly enough, I know). We picked up the passport at the airport on Tuesday and were finally set to fly out the next day to Antigua (only 2 days later than the original plan). God is good all the time, all the time God is good.
We got to the airport early the next morning, boarded the plane, and sat there before it was time to take off. We sat there a lonnnnnng time until I realized that they were questioning a man that was sitting across from us who they eventually escorted out along with two other men. One of the men I had earlier seen carrying a violin case to the back of the plane and he did not leave with it. CUE THE PANIC AGAIN. Was this God’s way of telling us we weren’t suppose to get on this flight? Leave it to Jo to go ask the questions of the flight attendants like, “There isn’t a bomb on this plane right?” We then came to find out that these three men had come together and were talking to one another on the phone but when questioned, they denied that they knew each other. They had people come in and check the bathrooms after I alerted them that there was something brought to the back of the plane by those men that was not brought out (I mean I couldn’t NOT say anything even if it was nothing). Soooo needless to say, I pretty much saved the whole plane from explosion and hundreds of lives as well. Okay, maybe not. There was definitely not a bomb. But whatever. I would rather be safe than sorry.
An hour and a half later we finally were set to take off. Again, I held my breath and prayed hard that we would make it there safely and again God was faithful. We landed in Antigua and spent FIVE AMAZING days in a beautiful place in the sun. Wayyyyy worth the wait, that is for sure. This time we really could relax and finally enjoy our honeymoon, STRESS FREE. God is good all the time, all the time God is good.
The funny thing about it all is that God knew exactly how it would all play out. He knew that that rollercoaster of a ride was going to be a glimpse into what our marriage would be like. Marriage is crazy, messy, and hard; but it is also fun and amazingly beautiful. These imperfectly perfect moments are what continuously make us better and what I love the most. I am living my own crazy, awkward, not-so-perfect fairytale and that is fine by me.