…I got married dawned clear and bright, which was great news because it had snowed during the week and I had visions of us getting married by ourselves because everyone was stranded by the weather. DH and I were a little hungover from the Rehearsal Dinner, hosted at the Royal College of Surgeons the night before. We headed out of our hotel to find a greasy spoon, where I tucked into my last All Day Breakfast as a single woman and DH gingerly tackled dry toast.
Then he went one way, to get ready with his groomsmen, and I the other, back to our room to get ready. It was terrifying, exciting, lonely, getting ready by myself, knowing that the next time I saw him would be at the front of the church. I can’t stand fussing and I needed the space to prepare for the emotional rollercoaster that was moments away. I remember so much in vivid detail: the tourists applauding as I walked to the Cathedral, giggling as I nearly fell on the stairs, watching the latecomers hare past me into the Chapel. But from the moment I turned the corner and the Wedding March started, all I can remember clearly is the detail on the back of the Vicar’s robe: I had to stare at it so hard to stop from crying. I was experiencing every kind of emotion and each one threatened to tip me over the edge.
And then I was on the other side, and there was only infinite happiness. It’s a day I never want to forget.
This post is my entry into the The Day That… blogger photo competition
That’s such a lovely story and photo. I had tears going down my cheeks when I went down the aisle, I just couldn’t help it, it was such a weird mix of emotions and feelings that it was finally happening! One little girl among the guests turned to her mother and asked “Mummy, why is the princess crying?”
That is such a beautifully carefree photograph that you’d never guess the turmoil of emotions from before. I know how stressful it can be, I was uber calm until my husband phoned in a flummoxy state because his mother was stressing him out. Men!
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