# 3 of Top Ten Most Embarrassing Life Moments

# 3 We Need That in Idaho?

   Not long after my husband to be proposed, he moved back to Alberta to work until our wedding. That left me to get everything prepared, including finding a photographer, ordering tuxes for the groomsmen and finding an apartment.

  My sweetie arrived on my parents’ front porch 72 hours before the big day. Those last hours were blissful. The man I loved and had missed dreadfully was with me again. Everything was wonderful. We were to be married in the LDS temple in Idaho Falls, Idaho. The Saturday morning of the wedding we drove the hour to the temple together in his Mustang, my wedding gown safely hidden from his sight in its garment bag.

While my Mom waited to help me into my dress, my fiancé and I were ushered into a small office where, after some general chit chat, we were asked for our marriage license. The license was the very last thing on my to-do list. Since it was the one thing I couldn't do without him, I put the list away once I'd completed everything else. And completely forgot about it.

I started crying, ruining my carefully applied make-up. The woman said, "Oh don't worry, this happens all the time. We have the home phone numbers of everyone who works in the county clerk's office. Just give us a minute."

We waited for a desperate hour, while the woman who had seemed so kind before, cheered us up with stories of other couples who'd forgotten to get their license.

"Sometimes we can't get a hold of anybody and the couples have to get their wedding pictures taken and go to their receptions without actually getting married."

Finally, someone came to tell us everything would be okay. A woman who worked at the clerk's office had agreed to postpone her vacation long enough to help us out. We were driven downtown by somebody from the temple.

By the time we made it back, and I had changed into my dress, and fixed my make-up and made it to the beautiful room we were to be wed in, our guests had been waiting for well over two hours. I was consoled by the fact that we had invited very few people other than family members to be at the temple.

Later that evening, at the reception in my hometown, several people who had not been at the ceremony asked us how we managed to forget the license. When I inquired how they knew, we discovered that my cousin's husband had returned to town and spread the news. He thought it was pretty funny, and wanted to share the joy. Yeah, thanks for that. At least he offered to video tape the reception for free.