PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 2 I made my Grandmother’s gnocchi and bolognese recipes – from scratch, then transported it all to a different location’s freezer when our electric company had a scheduled outage in our area, two days before the wedding. We sorted through and compiled 17 hours of music for the ceremony, cocktail hour, dinner, and reception. We went through over 20,000 photos to put together a slideshow of us with each of our guests. We even went to Costco – my least favorite place in the world – to get everything we needed for our signature cocktails, crostini bar, and flavored water. We enlisted the help of our families to lay down aisle runners, dry out then crush up flower petals to throw at our recession, polish silverware, and run last minute errands… all of this in addition to the enormous expense of hiring the people we did for rentals, photography, florals, DJ’ing, serving, and cooking. Everyone thought we were crazy and taking on too much, but we knew we could do it and ultimately we did. We’d gotten everything accomplished, had all the meetings with all the people to have everything orchestrated to run smoothly in the way we wanted… everything was covered. We couldn’t wait to finally relax, take in the fruits of our labor, and start the next chapter by celebrating with our closest friends and family. But the next day, down to the minute we were supposed to walk down the aisle, a flash flood took the desert by literal storm. Fifteen minutes of a torrential, unprecedented, and unseasonable downpour, forced 100 people into our modest home and us to abandon everything we’d planned and worked so hard for. There would be little bridal party photos, no grand entrance, no dinner service under the stars, no speeches, no cake cutting, little dancing. Every single moment that makes a wedding a wedding was stolen from us by the weather. #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #wedding #weddingnightmares #bridal #joshuatreewedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
PT 3 For the next week, Kevin and I cleaned our house multiple times, trying to remove the mass amounts of mud from our floors and rugs. When we finally finished about a week later, we both got Covid for the first time, just days before we were supposed to board a plane for our honeymoon – which, obviously, we had to cancel. As if that weren’t enough, while we were sick, our dog OD’ed on weed he’d gotten into while we were in the shower and almost died. The day after, our water main broke. About a week after that, Kevin broke his leg. Did I mention he also got stung by a scorpion for the first time the week before our wedding? You just can’t write this shit, folks! Needless to say, it’s been a very trying time for us and incredibly painful to revisit the photos we do have enough to post them to social media. Photos of a ceremony we attempted to salvage consist of bright orange, home depot buckets weighing down soccer tents that block the beautiful mountain views we designed everything around, while mud stained fabric pulls focus from the dresses and florals of those struggling to walk down a muddy aisle. Subtleties and nuances woven in and our of plans for the night, like our remembrance candle listing all of those we and our guests had lost over the years, went undocumented if not unnoticed. But, what’s been one of the hardest things for us is hearing people remind us of how “lucky it is to have it rain on your wedding day” or that “no one has the perfect wedding” and things “always go wrong.” They go on then to share their experiences with us in an effort to relate and be helpful, which somehow has resulted in us feeling worse. The truth is, there are very few people who can offer any real empathy. After all, it’s a rare thing to have one, single couple build their own venue, then style, cook for, and coordinate their wedding themselves. We don’t expect people to truly understand the level of heartbreak and disappointment we felt and still feel, and we don’t expect them to have the words to comfort us. . . . . #disasterwedding #canhardlybarrett #weddingnightmare #joshuatreewedding #flashfloodwedding #joshuatree #weddinghorror #wedding
In a year we worked our asses off and desperately needed a win, we felt completely defeated. It took some time, but I’m happy to say I’m finally at a point where I can look back, past the devastation enough to see what I missed in real time enough to celebrate it here. While choosing which photos to post from our photographer’s sneak peak and perusing photos shared from our guests, I saw photos of family and friends with shovels in their hands, pants rolled up, digging trenches. I saw our wedding guests staying despite the rain. I saw our bartenders relocating the bar three different times to three different places to keep the spirit(s) going. I saw the kitchen staff pivoting to turn our dinner service into a family style buffet so everyone could taste everything we made, instead of the one thing they ordered. I saw family members relocating flowers and decor to the inside of our home to make it more festive and beautiful for photos. I saw us making the most of the night once the storm had passed. I saw most of our guests returning the next day for brunch, where other family and friends attempted to right the wrongs of the night before by organizing. I saw our DJ driving back to the desert from LA to do the same, and our neighbors calling in favors for photographers to come get shots that were missing from the night before, free of charge. I saw family staying a little longer than planned before hitting the road to help us clean; our other neighbors bringing us soup and watching our dogs so we could recover while we were sick. What I ultimately saw was an entire group and community of people who love and support us so fully, they were willing to go above and beyond come hell or literal high water, to celebrate us – both rain AND shine. . . . . . . #disasterwedding #wedding #weddinghorrors #weddingnightmare #joshuatree #joshuatreewedding #desertwedding #desertdisaster @kelleyjakle @brilikesbikes @happyhealthyjamielauren @kellylaurenlayman @enjoy_the_goodlife @thejessmelvin_howard12 @camerongharaee @jameslagrappe @wildhoneyphoto @markhapka @ladesigner
In a year we worked our asses off and desperately needed a win, we felt completely defeated. It took some time, but I’m happy to say I’m finally at a point where I can look back, past the devastation enough to see what I missed in real time enough to celebrate it here. While choosing which photos to post from our photographer’s sneak peak and perusing photos shared from our guests, I saw photos of family and friends with shovels in their hands, pants rolled up, digging trenches. I saw our wedding guests staying despite the rain. I saw our bartenders relocating the bar three different times to three different places to keep the spirit(s) going. I saw the kitchen staff pivoting to turn our dinner service into a family style buffet so everyone could taste everything we made, instead of the one thing they ordered. I saw family members relocating flowers and decor to the inside of our home to make it more festive and beautiful for photos. I saw us making the most of the night once the storm had passed. I saw most of our guests returning the next day for brunch, where other family and friends attempted to right the wrongs of the night before by organizing. I saw our DJ driving back to the desert from LA to do the same, and our neighbors calling in favors for photographers to come get shots that were missing from the night before, free of charge. I saw family staying a little longer than planned before hitting the road to help us clean; our other neighbors bringing us soup and watching our dogs so we could recover while we were sick. What I ultimately saw was an entire group and community of people who love and support us so fully, they were willing to go above and beyond come hell or literal high water, to celebrate us – both rain AND shine. . . . . . . #disasterwedding #wedding #weddinghorrors #weddingnightmare #joshuatree #joshuatreewedding #desertwedding #desertdisaster @kelleyjakle @brilikesbikes @happyhealthyjamielauren @kellylaurenlayman @enjoy_the_goodlife @thejessmelvin_howard12 @camerongharaee @jameslagrappe @wildhoneyphoto @markhapka @ladesigner
In a year we worked our asses off and desperately needed a win, we felt completely defeated. It took some time, but I’m happy to say I’m finally at a point where I can look back, past the devastation enough to see what I missed in real time enough to celebrate it here. While choosing which photos to post from our photographer’s sneak peak and perusing photos shared from our guests, I saw photos of family and friends with shovels in their hands, pants rolled up, digging trenches. I saw our wedding guests staying despite the rain. I saw our bartenders relocating the bar three different times to three different places to keep the spirit(s) going. I saw the kitchen staff pivoting to turn our dinner service into a family style buffet so everyone could taste everything we made, instead of the one thing they ordered. I saw family members relocating flowers and decor to the inside of our home to make it more festive and beautiful for photos. I saw us making the most of the night once the storm had passed. I saw most of our guests returning the next day for brunch, where other family and friends attempted to right the wrongs of the night before by organizing. I saw our DJ driving back to the desert from LA to do the same, and our neighbors calling in favors for photographers to come get shots that were missing from the night before, free of charge. I saw family staying a little longer than planned before hitting the road to help us clean; our other neighbors bringing us soup and watching our dogs so we could recover while we were sick. What I ultimately saw was an entire group and community of people who love and support us so fully, they were willing to go above and beyond come hell or literal high water, to celebrate us – both rain AND shine. . . . . . . #disasterwedding #wedding #weddinghorrors #weddingnightmare #joshuatree #joshuatreewedding #desertwedding #desertdisaster @kelleyjakle @brilikesbikes @happyhealthyjamielauren @kellylaurenlayman @enjoy_the_goodlife @thejessmelvin_howard12 @camerongharaee @jameslagrappe @wildhoneyphoto @markhapka @ladesigner
In a year we worked our asses off and desperately needed a win, we felt completely defeated. It took some time, but I’m happy to say I’m finally at a point where I can look back, past the devastation enough to see what I missed in real time enough to celebrate it here. While choosing which photos to post from our photographer’s sneak peak and perusing photos shared from our guests, I saw photos of family and friends with shovels in their hands, pants rolled up, digging trenches. I saw our wedding guests staying despite the rain. I saw our bartenders relocating the bar three different times to three different places to keep the spirit(s) going. I saw the kitchen staff pivoting to turn our dinner service into a family style buffet so everyone could taste everything we made, instead of the one thing they ordered. I saw family members relocating flowers and decor to the inside of our home to make it more festive and beautiful for photos. I saw us making the most of the night once the storm had passed. I saw most of our guests returning the next day for brunch, where other family and friends attempted to right the wrongs of the night before by organizing. I saw our DJ driving back to the desert from LA to do the same, and our neighbors calling in favors for photographers to come get shots that were missing from the night before, free of charge. I saw family staying a little longer than planned before hitting the road to help us clean; our other neighbors bringing us soup and watching our dogs so we could recover while we were sick. What I ultimately saw was an entire group and community of people who love and support us so fully, they were willing to go above and beyond come hell or literal high water, to celebrate us – both rain AND shine. . . . . . . #disasterwedding #wedding #weddinghorrors #weddingnightmare #joshuatree #joshuatreewedding #desertwedding #desertdisaster @kelleyjakle @brilikesbikes @happyhealthyjamielauren @kellylaurenlayman @enjoy_the_goodlife @thejessmelvin_howard12 @camerongharaee @jameslagrappe @wildhoneyphoto @markhapka @ladesigner
