While working on our home, we were also planning our "big day"; taking every penny we could scrape together and buying little things for our wedding. A hundred dollars from each of my paydays went toward my dress, that I picked out of a "Modern Bride" book. Since I lived on my own, the rest went toward bills. Most of his extra money went to little extras on the trailer. October 20, 2001, couldn't come quickly enough. Each new month brought more anxiety. "Can you believe we only have two more months till we'll be married?" September came and we grew even more excited. The month went on and we were ALMOST ready to walk down the aisle. Just a few more things. We got our rings and that caused some sweat. :)
With all of our anticipation, we kept working and pushing on. One morning, after just getting to work and settling in, I heard my boss come in yelling, "They've bombed the World Trade Center and the Pentagon....Come on Crystal....we'll go watch it!" We went to the house next door (his mother's house) and watched as the second tower was hit and then when they crumbled. With each second, my anxiety grew. Would we be next? Would someone fly a plane into the ground and kill my family or myself? Would I never get to marry the man of my dreams? How can this be happening.
I called immediately and requested that we move the wedding up. "We can get married in your mamaw's front yard. I don't care if anyone but our close family shows up. I just want to be able to be with you at this time and know everything is okay." He did, as he always does, comfort me and tell me how silly I was to think that anything was going to happen to us in Eastern Kentucky.
With his words of kindness and love, I was okay again!!!
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