Wedding

No big white dress. No bridesmaids. No best man, no fancy flowers, no worries, no stress.

My wedding.

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.

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19 comments

  1. thenorthadventure

    Happy memories. There will be many more happy days to come, it probably feels like they’ll never arrive, but they are just waiting to creep up on you and fill you with happiness. Hang on in there xx

  2. lplatemummy

    Sounds like it was a beautiful day and it’s good that you can still view it that way (hey that rhymed!), still sending you hugs as the memories must be very bittersweet x

  3. Oriana Donlevy

    It was a lovely day and I am pleased you can think about it with such fondness. Thinking of you xx

  4. Cathy Dreyer

    Wow Fran, sounds like it was so beautiful. My wedding on the other hand, featured the same dress as Ffion Hague … I do think about memories a lot. I don’t have a host of happy ones myself, partly due to crappy things happening to me and partly due to poor memory (this may be related). But they can be such a tyranny, memories, can’t they?

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