On the first Saturday we were in California, my cousin Braden married his sweetheart Maria.
They were married in the San Diego Temple, and my dad, sister Alyse, and I were planning on making it down there for the wedding. We left with (what we thought was) plenty of time in the morning to make the drive down to San Diego. I was driving in my dad's giant GMC Yukon, and Alyse and Dad were driving in another SUV a couple miles behind me. Traffic was really terrible, though - stop and go a huge portion of the way, adding an extra hour or hour and a half on to the drive.
We were still going to make it, though, by the skin of our teeth. Until - a car smashed into me from the side.
Luckily, there were no injuries. The van that hit me had only one occupant, the driver. He said that he couldn't remember anything that happened - he thought he must have fallen asleep at the wheel. His car veered from the lane it was in (the far right lane) and hit the back right of the Yukon I was driving; it looked like his front left tire then exploded, which is what propelled his car into the air and onto the hill on the shoulder. Since the hill was going up, his car kind of belly-flopped on it, which was great, because that meant his car didn't roll.
I called my dad and Alyse right after it happened. They got there about ten minutes later (remember, they were just a couple miles behind me on the road). The back panel of the Yukon was smashed, but it was still drive-able, so after we had worked everything out with the other driver and exchanged all the relevant information my dad took that car and I hopped in the other car with Alyse. The car crash took about forty-five minutes before we were on the road again. My dad had already called the family in San Diego and told them what had happened and that we weren't going to make it in time for the wedding ceremony.
Ezra (Alyse's son, three months older than Zelda):
Something funny is that when everyone came out of the temple after the ceremony, we found that I was wearing a dress that was *super* similar to the one half of the bridesmaids were wearing. Half of them were wearing a knee-length denim-colored dress, and I was wearing the dress you can see here. The other half were wearing a white dress with a large floral pattern, and my cousin Holly happened to be wearing a dress super similar to *that* one. We all laughed about it, and then laughed even harder when my aunt was handing out bridesmaids bouquets a little while later and tried to hand one to me and then to Holly.
My cousin Shelley, her husband Dave, and their daughter Emma:
My cousin Chelsea:
Alyse, Jane, and Ezra:
Maria looked absolutely beautiful, and both she and Braden were so happy: