No big white dress. No bridesmaids. No best man, no fancy flowers, no worries, no stress.
There was sunshine and rain. Ducks and harmonicas. Cupcakes, and sweets, and rose petal confetti. I made my vows in hot pink silk and cotton. Don’t think I stopped smiling.
Of course I cried a bit. Sometimes you do when you’re so happy. And the occasion was momentous, a joyous solemnity that meant so much to - not just us – but everyone there. We had our families and friends around us. Exactly where we wanted to be.
Everything exceeded expectations. The generosity and spirit of all involved was moving and most welcome. I cannot think I have had a better day in my life, with such unbridled pleasure and a sense of completion. As weddings should be. As it was.
Ukulele songs and a barbecue. I danced in grey suede ballet shoes. My groom wore Converse with his suit.
A vintage bus. Ivory freesia bouquet. The adventure playground was a surprising hit. I hope I spoke to everybody. When it got cold, later, I wore a glittering cardigan. I think I got hugs from all my siblings, even the one who doesn’t hug anyone.
People took photos. The photos are great. They are windows into a happier day. My wedding. Our wedding.
Six years ago today. From that exquisite happiness to this painful sorrow.
Happy wedding day.