Tuesday, 22 February 2011
I loved every single second of the run up to the wedding and all the planning (which actually wasn't hard at all) I never had any doubts, although at one point I tried to think if I was doing the 'right' thing just because I felt I hadn't thought enough about it - he asked, I said yes, sorted! I then realised it wasn't something I had to debate, of course it was the right thing to do.
I think at that moment I may have remembered as child, standing at my bedroom window watching a bridal party leave the house, I saw the bridesmaids come out and I stood for ages waiting to see the bride. I loved weddings but only vaguely remember going to one as a child. I played 'Weddings' walking up and down in my room with a net curtain over my face (Did anyone else? surely can't just have been me?) and always wanted the 'big white (and red apparently) wedding'.
You kind of forget though, as you get older and obviously you realise that the wedding day is largely irrelevant in the scheme of things - after all it is 'just' a day and not the rest of your life, but at the moment that photo was taken I felt that time stood still - I remembered the little girl playing at weddings and realised it was me and it was real. Every time I see the photo I can 'see' the view from the conservatory window.
Just in case you were wondering, I didn't stay looking that serious... and it was a wonderful day
This post was written for this weeks Gallery, the prompt was Expressions