About 2.30pm I went to help the bride dress, as the bridesmaid has got a sore knee after a ski-ing accident in early January. Suzanne is shaking all over, does anyone remember the song? As she steps very carefully into the dress, the bustle is pinned on and the veil attached, mum has a moment of weakness and a couple of damp eyes. She looks so lovely - our beautiful daughter. I rush to our room, apply my makeup, rush back to brides room with camera in hand to help her down the stairs. She must see the Registrar for five minutes before she can be married, husband-to-be has done this ten minutes before. Just time for a few photographs and now the moment has come. The bride takes her fathers arm such a proud dad (who has scrubbed up quite well too) and off they go, down the hallway, through the door and into the ceremony.
Eight month old Oliver (grooms nephew) and his dad fall off a chair (must have been tipping backwards), Ollie starts crying and so he and dad, Will) completely miss the marriage.
Ceremony over the bride and groom pose over the Register for photographs and then slowly make their way to another room for a goodness-knows-how-long photographic session. Janine (little Olivers mum) take over 150 photographs (duplicating most of them just for good measure) and finally sinks into a chair with a drink. She certainly deserves it. I was taking photos too but I hope hers are better how many years have I been cutting off peoples feet?
Now for the wedding breakfast, and what a feast, absolutely delicious. Each guest has been given a choice, menus sent out with the invitations. Four courses, - (1) starters, (2) soup or sorbet, (3) main course, (4) desert or cheese, followed by coffee and mints. The tables looked wonderful and the table decorations were magnificent. Cameras on each table with requests for guests to take photos and leave the cameras.
Speech time The groom gets up and says a few words. My mind wanders as I completely miss the bit where he, on behalf of himself and his wife, give the usual presents. I watch with curiosity as Bill, grooms dad, opens an envelope which contains three hotel brochures, and a promise of a weekend break at one of them. I realise I must have missed a whole chunk of speech! Brides dad next. Trousers a bit too long, the outfitters had given him a pair of braces but whether the odd tear in his eyes was due to the braces or the emotion of the occasion, he will not say. An amusing and witty speech by the Best Man closes the proceedings and everyone mozies into the lounges, gathers in drinks, kicks off shoes etc. and generally relax, some until 3am-ish, I am informed, our DS Richard being one of them. So reliable is Richard.
There are a few sore heads the following morning and I am glad to say that Tony and I are OK. With good wishes, hugs and kisses, guests gradually leave. The new Mr and Mrs get into their car and with a wave leave for the start of their new journey which is marriage.
A wonderful time, a wonderful place and a wonderful occasion 100% perfect, which is exactly what Dad and I wish for our daughters life. We love her very dearly and we are always proud of her. God bless you, Suzanne.
Eight month old Oliver (grooms nephew) and his dad fall off a chair (must have been tipping backwards), Ollie starts crying and so he and dad, Will) completely miss the marriage.
Ceremony over the bride and groom pose over the Register for photographs and then slowly make their way to another room for a goodness-knows-how-long photographic session. Janine (little Olivers mum) take over 150 photographs (duplicating most of them just for good measure) and finally sinks into a chair with a drink. She certainly deserves it. I was taking photos too but I hope hers are better how many years have I been cutting off peoples feet?
Now for the wedding breakfast, and what a feast, absolutely delicious. Each guest has been given a choice, menus sent out with the invitations. Four courses, - (1) starters, (2) soup or sorbet, (3) main course, (4) desert or cheese, followed by coffee and mints. The tables looked wonderful and the table decorations were magnificent. Cameras on each table with requests for guests to take photos and leave the cameras.
Speech time The groom gets up and says a few words. My mind wanders as I completely miss the bit where he, on behalf of himself and his wife, give the usual presents. I watch with curiosity as Bill, grooms dad, opens an envelope which contains three hotel brochures, and a promise of a weekend break at one of them. I realise I must have missed a whole chunk of speech! Brides dad next. Trousers a bit too long, the outfitters had given him a pair of braces but whether the odd tear in his eyes was due to the braces or the emotion of the occasion, he will not say. An amusing and witty speech by the Best Man closes the proceedings and everyone mozies into the lounges, gathers in drinks, kicks off shoes etc. and generally relax, some until 3am-ish, I am informed, our DS Richard being one of them. So reliable is Richard.
There are a few sore heads the following morning and I am glad to say that Tony and I are OK. With good wishes, hugs and kisses, guests gradually leave. The new Mr and Mrs get into their car and with a wave leave for the start of their new journey which is marriage.
A wonderful time, a wonderful place and a wonderful occasion 100% perfect, which is exactly what Dad and I wish for our daughters life. We love her very dearly and we are always proud of her. God bless you, Suzanne.
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