"Even though I went to every appointment, I still almost ruined my wedding."

My wife Lindsay and I met in hair school. She had been enrolled as a student for about three months, when I was hired as an instructor. There was a mutual attraction between us and eventually we started dating. It didn’t take very long for me to propose to her. Somehow, we just knew we were right for each other.

She said yes without hesitation and we set a wedding date for about six months later. Immediately we started planning and visiting the various places to set up the wedding. A couple of the vendors made us seem like we were crazy to put a wedding together in such a short period of time. However, we were so enamoured with each other, we just needed to be married right away.

Not wanting to feel left out, I went to almost every appointment; the florist, the photographer and the bridal shops. You may also find this hard to believe, but the wedding dress I liked the best, was the one she selected. She was so beautiful and I couldn’t wait to see her wearing such an amazing dress at the altar.

Naturally, since we were both hairdressers, one of our gifts for the bridesmaids was to do all their hair. Lindsay was now working at her mum’s salon, and my future mother-in-law let us do everything there. Of course, I got to do Lindsay’s hair.

That morning, I left my apartment that was soon to be ours. Needing to get petrol before heading to the salon, I drove to the nearest filling station. As I got out of the car and shut the door, I reached for my wallet to pull out my card. I suddenly realised that the tuxedo pants did not have back pockets.

No back pockets meant no wallet. Sure enough, as I frisked myself in hopes of maybe finding the wallet, it was not there. This was not a problem; I would just go back to the apartment to get it.

As I walked back to the driver’s door, a sinking feeling in my stomach took over as I spied my keys in the ignition. What were the chances that the door would be locked? In that moment my worst fear came true as I grabbed the door handle, and nothing happened.

I locked my keys in the car.

There was an extra key that I could use… if only it wasn’t in my wallet… back at the apartment.
Thank goodness, I had my cell phone.

How was I going to tell my future bride, that she needed to leave the salon, go to the apartment, get my wallet and bring it to me?

It was the only way that I could unlock the car, get petrol and make it to the salon to help with the hair already in progress.

Although this incident was a major inconvenience, I knew by Lindsay’s response in the moment, that she still loved me.

“David, we do not have time for this.”

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I am so glad that she showed restraint and didn’t say what she might have actually been thinking.
When I arrived at the salon, I was thoroughly embarrassed but there was hair to do and not much time left to do it. All the hair started at eight o’clock and we had to be at the church by noon. Pictures were being taken before the ceremony at five. I was sure that everything was going to be fine, but then again, I am a guy.

The fact that I got to do Lindsay’s hair for our wedding was such a privilege. She was so beautiful, and I couldn’t stop staring at her in the mirror. They say it is unlucky to see the bride before the wedding, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Good thing I’m not superstitious.

Everything else went off wonderfully, without a hitch. As we left the sanctuary, I forgot that I was wearing a microphone and so everyone could hear me utter a very loud, “Whew!” We didn’t discover this until we watched the wedding video.

It could have been because I was relieved that the wedding went so well.

Or, it could have been because I was relieved that she actually married me…

David Mike is a Christ follower, husband, father, author and Cosmetology Instructor in Omaha, NE. David blogs to share humorous life events and also tell the story of the three years spent in the U.S. Army’s Prison, Ft. Leavenworth, sharing the message that we do not have to be defined by our past and that God can use our kind of mess for good. Visit David's website and check out his book.