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.”