Wedding Memories

Today is our eighth wedding anniversary. It’s hard to believe nearly a decade has gone by. In my head, I’m still twenty-something … though my aching back and crow’s feet sometimes give me a sharp reality check.

If you’ve read any of my earlier posts, you might recall that in these last eight years we’ve moved no less than four times and done major renovations on three of those houses. At the same time, we’ve had two kids, both of whom were lulled to sleep by the sounds of belt sanders and nail guns. Together, we’ve experienced the sadness of loosing a parent, the anxiety of changing jobs, and the joy of welcoming children.

When I look back at our wedding photos, I don’t just see the flowers and the big dress, the friends and family. I see our lives as there were then, with the highs and the lows, the laughter, the loss, and the love still yet to come.

The photos below are some of my favourites.

They aren’t just images from that one day, but scenes from the story of our life together, just as it started to unfold.

My Mum, Dad and me. This is one of the few photos we have of the three of us together, and the last where my Mum was still in remission. Her cancer would return six weeks later.

 

My new family: the hubs’ sister, brother-in-law, and parents. They are standing in what was my in-laws’ living room: you can see the heavy stucco and wood trim on the walls. We would renovate the house and move our boys into it seven years later.

 

My Dad and I coming down the aisle. To keep steady, he was murmuring “left, left, left, right left” under his breath.

 

The ceremony. We were so nervous, we forgot to kiss at the end!

 

With our wedding party. We were standing on a steep hill, some of us in heels, some of us already slightly tipsy from the celebratory drinks, so this is a remarkably steady shot from a generally wobbly scene!

 

One of my favourite pictures of the two of us. I’m pretty sure the hubs is asking me how much longer we have to pose for photos …

 

Our “Abbey Road” shot in front of the Legislature building.

 

Reception. I love this room! Not only is it beautiful, it’s the backdrop for so many happy events that it just *feels* like a joyful space.

 

Cutting the cake. Each layer was a different flavour, but I have no idea what any of them tasted like as it all disappeared before we could blink!

 

My favourite picture of my mum and me — she looks so happy here.

 

My Dad and me – I think we danced to Van Morrison’s “Have I Told You Lately”. Being a bit of an audiophile, Dad also helped me pick songs for the DJ. He was absolutely right that if you want people to dance, Fleetwood Mac, The Beatles, Abba and the Bee Gees are the way to go — there were a lot of great, old-school moves on the floor that night!

 

First dance: the hubs and I had taken dance lessons, and in the run-up had been practicing nightly for weeks so that we wouldn’t have stage fright. We just didn’t anticipate that my dress, bustled for the evening, would get caught up under my feet. Our careful choreography quickly went out the window, but the hubs managed to end things with a flourish, as he always does!

 

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  1. What a wonderful day that was! You were/are a beautiful bride and “hubs” handsome groom. Now you are “a wonderful family” as my mother said after Thanksgiving! I love these photo treasures and cherish the memory of your mom healthy and happy as the gorgeous mother of the bride! I particularly fell in love with her in her green gown – she was stunning! What a blessing you and your family are to me and mine. Happy anniversary! 💕💕