Well, it's the end of a long and dramatic period in my life: engagement. I feel the need to write this short post as a record of the end of the wedding drama, and to mark the fact that I have now, in fact, been successfully married for a full week. Also, I'm ready to stop talking about it. But I also think the story of our wedding is worth telling, since it was one of the most memorable events of my entire life.

Tamar and I were married last Saturday in College Station, TX. We invited 140 of our friends and family to an outdoor ceremony to be held in Tamar's parents beautiful backyard.

Saturday morning, wedding day: Temperature, 66 degrees, light winds, partly cloudy, humid as hell.

Wedding time is 5:30. At 4:45 people start to arrive. We are taking pictures and the weather is rather nice… sun is making for some nice photos. We finish close to 5 just as people really begin showing up, and I notice a cloud bank approaching. By 5:15 most have arrived and the clouds are very dark. Uh oh. We are all very worried. The forecast was for a 30% chance of light showers. We took our chances. 5:20, the rain starts. Everyone is huddled under the eaves and umbrellas. We think it will pass. We are calm. Then the hail begins. Pea sized, and we all predicted that it was a usual passing thunderstorm which, though it doesn't usually happen in March, isn't unheard of. It will pass. The rain begins to slacken and we're sure.

Of course, then the rain intensifies and we begin to wonder. It's the perfect storm. When the hail comes back we realize it's time to throw the furniture aside and move the adventure inside. But by the time we get everything set up, the hail is bigger than golf balls. It's pounding on the roof so loudly we can't hear a thing. (So we wait (with 140 people crammed in the living room) for it to slacken.

When it finally did, I think we were all a little surprised by how well it came out. Tamar came out, took one look at everyone, and cracked up. A lot of other brides might have been upset, but Tamar just thought it was the funniest thing. Everyone cheered (including me). With this 'Where's Waldo' view of all our closest friends and family in front of us, we went on with the ceremony we wrote, and people laughed and clapped and cried in ways you don't always see at weddings. In the end it felt like something we did with everyone, and that was what we were striving for all along. We couldn't have planned it any better.

It was the worst hailstorm in College Station in 30 years. Everyone's car was pockmarked. Skylights were cracked and roofs were damaged. And, we found out later, the really bad stuff was isolated to a ½ mile radius right over top of the wedding. At the time, everyone said it's good luck to have a storm on your wedding day. Well, I sure hope so, because we're the luckiest people on earth!