Today makes 8 years since Enoch and I have been married. The time has sure gone by quickly. We were married here in Haiti after we dated for 5 years. I will not bore you with all the details, but will tell you one story from that day.
The day we got married me, Lori, dad and several other went down to the church early to decorate. On the way back up to the house there was lots of protest in the streets, all political stuff. Throwing rocks, and burning tires. So we thought about putting the wedding off a few days. But decided to go ahead. Some of us headed back down to the church early to get ready there. Enoch, Casey (my bro) and the other guy in the wedding stayed at our house to get ready. Us ladies got dressed at the church, only to hear protesting in the streets outside. Crowds throwing rock and lots of yelling. We continued to get ready and wait. People began to arrive for the wedding that was suppose to start at 2:30pm. So its, 2:30, 3;00 3:30 and Enoch and the other guys are no where to be seen. Now if this was in another country it might freak the bride out, but this is Haiti. So we waited. They arrived around 4:00. Why were they late? They were burning tires in the road. They were coming down a mountain with only one road up and down. So the road was blocked. They asked the protestors to let them through and they refused. Enoch had to go and find some police. He said “look at me I am not here to protest, I am trying to get to the church to get married” The police asked where the bride was at. Enoch said “she is waiting for me at the church”. The policeman got a iron rod and pulled a burning tire over out of the way. He said “good luck, you will never forget this day”. They let Enoch and the car pass, then pulled the tire back into the road so no one else could pass. Now that is a true story. We still laugh about all the crazy things we have been through here. That is Carmelo is the picture below. He was only 3 years old then.