Wedding Cake Surprise

This letter is from James Talbot of Plain Dealing, Louisiana.

First of all, this isn’t what you think. Well this is not “only” what you think. Yes, we did the wedding cake mouth-stuffing that most newlyweds do, but I’m talking about another kind of “surprise”.

When I crammed the piece of cake into my bride’s mouth, she discovered something was in her serving. It turned out being a lottery ticket.

There was no way this ticket was legit. Surely nothing could come of it, right? Let me tell you, that ticket won 4.4 million dollars!

I was like, “Let’s go party!”

My wife was like, “That money isn’t ours. That ticket belongs to someone else.” Upon hearing this, I shot her an “Are you crazy?“ look. She shot one back that said, “I’ll feel so guilty for the rest of my life if I take this money.”

I gave in. We called the cake company and asked if anyone had complained of losing anything.

Turns out the baker, whose families birthdays he used to choose the numbers had actually lost the thing.

To make a long story short, we gave the baker the ticket back. He have us a reward of $250.000. It was party time after all.

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The Wedding Shack

The following was sent in from Mildred Middleton of Bluff Mills, Utah.

My husband and I were married in 1949. He had just returned from the Pacific Coast after his stint in the Navy. I met him 12 years earlier in high school and knew at once that I loved him.

We didn’t have a lot of money so we had to make due.
It was my idea to marry in a long abandoned church house. The door was hanging off the hinges, the roof was in poor shape, and the floor was dusty and creaky.

Despite the building’s poor shape, I thought marrying in the same exact place as my great grandmother was wonderful.

When I look back now, I know we made the right decision to have our ceremony there. This situation is testament to the fact that the cost of a marriage doesn’t matter as much as the love that creates the bond between a man and a woman.

We were married in the most rundown of places, yet our marriage endured for 50 years when I lost my beloved Albert.

Don’t ever pass up an opportunity to brighten your life with loving gestures.

Yellow Wedding Shoes to the Rescue

This letter came to us from Janet Mason of Deer Park, NY.
Like every girl, I wanted my wedding to be perfect. I wanted every detail planned out, and I wanted the plan followed to the letter. Well, everything did not go as planned, and you know what? Everything turned out just fine.

You see, the night before my wedding, my girl friends threw me a party across town in a hotel.

The next morning, we all woke late and were rushed. We went back to my house, and hurriedly got dressed. I left my running shoes on and planned to change them at the church, but when we got to the church, they could not be found.

What was I supposed to do? I paid $400.00 for them because they perfectly matched my dress and the wedding décor of the church and reception area.

Well, there was my friend Lisa. She also spent a small fortune on shoes to match but hers were yellow, and mine were white. She offered to let me wear hers, and I gratefully accepted.

Lisa had to wear my running shoes at my wedding. It’s funny because she later told me how comfortable her feet were that entire afternoon.

She’s a great friend, and I learned that all is well that ends well, even if it is not according to plan.

A Runaway Bus to Matrimony

The following story submitted by Jeff Dunn of Rome, NY.

 I was in fourth grade when I met Penny. I watched as she boarded school bus 32 and found a spot to sit; right next to me. That is when and where our relationship started. She was so nice, and pretty.

So, I didn’t object when Penny suggested we get married on a school bus. I did have my reservations, however, when she suggested we be married as the bus traversed the same route it took 20 years earlier when we were in fourth grade. To make matters even more interesting, she suggested we find that same bus to do it on.

My first words after hearing this were, “are you insane?” She wasn’t amused. In fact, she started crying saying how I didn’t value our past.

The guilt trip worked. I called a friend of mine on the County School Board who did the leg work on finding the bus.

It was on the back lot of the town bus garage, and hadn’t been driven in 14 years.

I spoke with the Superintendant who agreed that if I paid for whatever parts the bus needed out of my own pocket, he’d allow us to use it for our wedding.

To make a long story short, we were rumbling down RTE 365 just east of Rome when the Priest pronounced us man and wife. Immediately, we knew something was wrong.

The Priest was the only one standing. He was beside the driver, and the driver yelled to him to “sit down!” And he did. The next thing we heard was the driver saying, “The brakes are out , so is the clutch and I can’t get the transmission back into gear.”

We had just crested Vickerman’s hill, and a huge 2 mile descent sprawled ahead. Suddenly it was like we were on a voyage to the center of the earth. To make matters worse, at the bottom of the hill was a sharp curve to the right. A sign warned, “Dangerous curve 15 mph”.

The bus gained speed. The needle on the speedometer read 85 as we shot down the hill passing the halfway mile marker. My new bride and I hung on for dear life as the driver yelled back “90 mph!”

I heard my Penny praying, “Jesus please help us…” Then suddenly, we all heard what sounded like tires popping. And that’s what it was. The tires were all coming apart and yes, they were deflating with sudden loud bursts.

This was a good thing because, strangely enough, the same number of tires on each side of the bus went down and the river was able to maintain control as the bus began to slow suddenly.

The tires forced the bus to come to a stop just feed from the final curve warning sign.

What a wedding this was. I’ll for ever hold the times spent on this bus close to my heart now! Yes, now those grade school rides with Penny will be cherished by me, as well as her. At least those rides were safe rides!
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A Twister Toast

This story came to us from Mary Hibbon, of Onalaska, TX..

Mary writes:

We had a blasted tornado on the day of our wedding. Mark and I knew the weather was turning bad right after the ceremony because we heard the tornado siren suddenly start whaling . This was immediately after the preacher pronounced us husband and wife.

One of the guests opened the front door, then yelled back to us, “There’s a tornado!”

The preacher took action and herded everyone to the storm cellar. It was cramped and dark in there, and my dress seemed to become a magnet to dirt.

Mark kept reassuring me that everything was going to be alright, but I lost my brother in a tornado 15 years earlier so I was scared.

The storm came. It seemed to hover overhead for an impossibly long time, but soon enough, it eased… then was gone.

The twister didn’t do much damage; a shingle dislodged here and there so we went on with the day’s celebration.

A couple hours later, at the reception, the best man made a toast. He said, “It’s not everyday we get to actually witness a man’s love for his wife in such trying circumstances. So here’s to the bride and groom. A Groom who stood by his bride reassuring and comforting when he, himself, was shaking in his shoes.” Everyone laughed at that. He went on, “…so here’s a toast to a long and loving life. Here’s a twister toast to the Bride and Groom.”