Nic and I got married in the middle (literally, in the middle) of Hurricane Matthew.
The happy “wedding week” texts and calls started that Monday, around the same day Hurricane Matthew started gearing up. We stressfully stalked the weather channel and waited with our fingers crossed for Al Roker to tell us the storm was going to turn around. We had until Wednesday to decide if we wanted to postpone or call off our dream day, and at the time, all the weather reports predicted a giant u-turn for Matthew. It was going to hit Florida twice and avoid South Carolina altogether. We were down a few guests and moved our ceremony indoors, but they were still just calling for rain. And we were ready* to get married. (*read: I. Was. So. Hungry.)
As it got closer the weather reports were all over the place and vendors started to panic: the flowers were delivered that Thursday and put in a freezer along with the cake. The three-string quartet had canceled fearing rain on their instruments. The courthouse (that had our marriage license) closed that Tuesday with no plans to open again until the following Monday. I had to call everyone I knew to get the notarized copy we needed to legally be married that day. And the most traumatic of all: UPS stopped delivering packages that same Tuesday… a giant package from Sephora full of wedding makeup, my bridesmaids gifts, nearly all of my honeymoon clothes, and my “day of getting ready outfit” didn’t arrive until three days after I was married.
Our videographer was coming up from Miami and his flight to Myrtle Beach had been cancelled, so I knew he wouldn’t be coming. I was bummed, but at that point, I was mentally prepared to stand in a room without power and marry Nic in someone’s living room. So when Alex (the videographer) walked in around one I was instantly in tears* and completely forgot I had that weird Saturday morning lounging half-bun-ponytail thing going on.
*Lets be real, I was in tears that whole day… I’m a crier. And here’s the video I never thought we’d have, weird getting ready hair and all:
The eye of the storm hit Myrtle Beach at half past five o’clock. The same time I was walking down the aisle.
We were so lucky that the hotel where the wedding and all related events were set to take place was practically the only place in town with power (we only lost power for about 30 seconds during dinner) and a lot of the wedding guests ended up checking in the hotel for an extra-long wedding weekend. While we may not have planned an epic hurricane wedding, the energy in the room was full of love and excitement and no one will ever forget it. I am basically a cautionary tale at this point, people introduce me like, “this is Hannah, she’s the one I was telling you about that got married in the hurricane.” And we laugh about the “storm of the decade” picking our wedding date to make landfall.
We are forever thankful to the staff at the Marina Inn at Grande Dunes, my makeup artist/maid of honor/goddess of a best friend Kara Cushman, the hair queen, Jessica, and everyone that was crazy enough to come party with us during a hurricane. I could NOT have gotten married without: Sara from Stunning and Brilliant Events and our ride or die photographer, Scott Smallin. (The sunshiny photos were taken post-wedding.)