It is the way you look at things that truly matter

The rings we picked out for our wedding were beautiful.

Mine, a white gold band featuring a vine design with few diamonds. His, a white gold, hammered band, a style he had always wanted.

We scrimped and saved for them, eating $1 dinners and nixing coffee runs to Dunkin Donuts and Starbucks.

But life has a funny away of messing with you. Just when you think you see the light at the end of the tunnel, you realize it is just another train coming to flatten you.

A few weeks before we were going to go and place our order, the door to our mudroom cracked open as I went to let the dog out.

Two brand-new Asiatic lily plants were sitting in there. They were purchased by a friend for our new home, but not quiet ready to go into the ground yet due to threats of frost.

As I stood waiting for the dog, I turned around just in time to see our cat chewing a bit of leaf she had ripped off the plant.

I imagine if someone had seen me that morning that would have thought I was taking part in some strange art experiment as my eye widened to likely comical proportions and a sound that could best be described as Donald Sutherland’s shriek at the end of “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” left my mouth.

You see, lilies are toxic to cats. It can lead to kidney failure and death.

So off to the vet she went for a two-day stay, where she underwent IV hydration and charcoal injestion to stop the toxic substance from damaging her kidneys. The money we saved for our rings went to pay for her treatment.

While we were not thrilled with the cat, we couldn’t really stay mad at her. It was technically my fault for not making sure the door to the mudroom was closed.

Plus there was the fact that my husband’s car was totaled a few months later. To get him a new vehicle, we had to take the money we had saved for our hoped for Cape Cod honeymoon. It sort of put the cat’s curious tastebuds into perspective.

Wedding planning is a beast no one is really prepared for. Each bride or groom will have a different idea for what they want for their wedding. But one common thing will be true for almost all weddings: something will go wrong.

During our reception, a guest got a piece of food stuck in their throat while trying to stop our young sign holder from making a break for the cake. He had to be taken out on a stretcher to the hospital.

At a wedding I was in a few years prior, the DJ the couple hired sent one of his friends instead.

This fine gentleman showed up with none of the requested music and what seemed to be a massive hangover. Throughout dinner, he played an instrumental version of “My Hear Will Go On,” the only song the bride had requested not be played, on repeat.

At a Westchester County wedding, a group of jetskiers intentionally kept riding back and forth, revving their engines and trying to splash the bridal party during the vows portion of the ceremony.

A DJ at yet another ceremony announced the new couple and several of their family members by the completely wrong names. Smooth.

I have seen a ripped dress train, a first dance slip and fall, and at one memorable wedding roughly 10 guests drank all the Scotch in the place a little more than an hour into the reception starting.

I’m sure many of our readers have similar stories of surprise issues that came up, from tux disasters to cake catastrophes.

The maid of honor at my wedding will be getting married in a few months in Denver. One of my pieces of advice for her was to remember that something will go wrong. Just know that short of true tragedy, you will look back and laugh about these problems and sometimes they can be resolved.

Despite our preferred photo location being a no go, we still found spots around the venue to take pictures. The choking guest was able to come back at the end of the reception.

The C.D.’s finally arrived to the chain-smoking DJ so the first dance could go on.

The jetskiers were eventually chased away by a couple boaters who realized what was happening. The bride and groom later flagging the duo down to give them some appetizers and a thank you.

And after all, isn’t rain on your wedding day supposed to be good luck?

The opinions expressed in this column are those of the writer and not necessarily those of the newspaper or its editorial board.