Simon and I have been married for nearly 3 months and so far I’ve managed not to do much at all with our wedding photos. As a wedding photographer, this is pretty bad form. I do now understand though that after all the craziness of wedding planning and then the actual day, the follow-up is not nearly as motivating as the pre-party.
I’m making albums for other people and ours is at the bottom of the list. It will be EPIC when I do get to it – my photos from the lead-up, Tim’s photos from the day and Jeremy’s antics with my Grandfather’s TLR camera. Plus lots of scans and text and treasures to make it a real time capsule. Eventually.
We haven’t had a honeymoon yet (August, maybe) – being self-employed put a hold on that. Instead, I got right back into photographing other people’s weddings and haven’t really had a chance to debrief about the whole day and everything else that happened that week. So I’m going to write about it, to share it and relive it a little. It really was the day I never wanted to end but the day that did, blink-and-you-miss-it style.
All 120+ guests were special to us, but a special mention goes to the girls who came all the way from Sweden and made me cry at the airport. Friends from my uni exchange days in France, Rebecca and Amanda saved up and flew around the world and became pseudo-bridesmaids while staying at my parent’s house for the week. It was beyond awesome having them come all that way for us and I’m already hoping one of them gets married soon so I don’t have to wait another three and a half years to see them again.
As far as family is concerned, the blending of the two had commenced long ago but I was pretty keen to inherit my first nephews and niece. They took to the pool the way my cousins and I did as kids and our two fathers sat back, cigars in hand, like long-lost friends. I think there’s a joke about them… “A priest and an atheist walk into a bar…”
To have Simon’s family over to my family home and our closest friends in the form of our bridal party all in one spot for a BBQ was definitely a favourite pre-wedding event.
Even getting up at 4am to visit the wholesale flower market on Friday morning made me giddy. Without so much as a plan to guide flower selection, the girls and I wandered around just picking what felt right on the day, returning home with buckets of native blooms and foliage and a few colourful bundles for good measure. The other key ingredient was wheat – because Simon and I met at the Wheatsheaf Hotel – but that was to be picked later that night from the side of the road.
We stayed at Penny’s Hill the night before the wedding – just the six of us and the chickens. We ate dinner on the lawn that would become our ceremony location the next day, and watched as lightning tore through the sky in the distance. The forecast thunderstorms looked imminent but the rain seemed to be holding back. Stay tuned for what happened next…