If you do one thing today then make sure it’s to take the time to read the piece Jenny mentions that was read during the ceremony. Especially the last paragraph. It is beautiful. Totally and utterly beautiful.
Dressing Mr O
I just want to start out by saying that I am not a clothing snob. Especially when it comes to mens clothes, I haven’t the foggiest about lapels or cuffs or anything so when Matt showed me a photo of a suit David Beckham was wearing and told me that was the one he wanted my thoughts went along the lines of ‘hubba hubba now that’s a suit that works for me!’. Mr O has a family background in the rag trade, his Grandfather was a cloth buyer for a top gentlemans clothing manufacturer and the ‘clothing gene’ was inherited by Matt. He wanted a tailor made suit, something that fit him perfectly. I know nothing about suits but even I can see when a suit doesn’t fit someone properly and I felt really proud that he was taking his part of the wedding seriously. No chance of my husband to be turning up in a badly fitting suit – thank heavens!
He chose King & Allen to tailor his suit, picking a beautiful charcoal cloth, the best man would be wearing the same, and I had ties made from left over bridesmaid dress material. Matt wore the darker purple, Ross the best man the lighter purple, and my brother and the grooms father wore the same green as my sisters dress. We couldn’t fault King & Allen, it’s nerve wracking parting with 100% of the money up front but when you look at the quality and cut of the suit you can’t deny they look good. He accessorised his suit with a silver pocket watch, engraved with our wedding date on, and some brown brogues.
Everyone was inside waiting. I could hear the string music from inside when the wind blew in my direction, and I could see how packed it was, the energy around us all was alive with expectation and excitement, an energy I will never forget! Our Rev’d came out to greet us and although I was only a matter of five mins late we got cracking immediately. The girls lined themselves up, the String Quartet started playing Pachelbels Canon in D, and off they went, slowly gliding up the aisle towards and expectant Groom (who I had previously asked if he wouldn’t mind watching me walk towards him so I can focus on getting one leg in front of the other without them both buckling beneath me!). I gave Rob the nod and we started our ascend up the aisle, walking on air and seeing tear filled eyes looking my way all I could do was smile. I couldn’t wait to be standing next to my love.
The look on his face was priceless and I knew I’d hit jackpot with the choice of dress and hair. He looked the best I have ever seen him look and whenever I remember back to that walk up the aisle it’s just dreamy. The light in the church was soft, the music was angelic, it was just better than anything I could have hoped for. Now it was time to say our vows and although my lip quivered I only lost one tear, we couldn’t take our eyes off each other. The highlight of my day was that moment. Saying the vows, and that feeling between us.
The readings were perfect, my Mums best friend Ann read Desiderata, one of the most profound pieces of writing I have ever heard and she read with such feeling that we all felt a lump in our throats.
Desiderata go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.
The string music I chose for the signing of the register was Hoppipolla by Sigur Ros, and Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol – the latter isn’t one of my favourite songs in it’s original form but when it’s played instrumentally it’s just enchanting. The music we exited the church to was One Day Like This by Elbow. I get goosebumps when I hear it now. We’d done it, we were husband and wife and it felt so good. I actually leaped in the air with my bouquet and whooped a little bit!
P.S All of the details coming up tomorrow morning!