All this romance over the weekend led me to sit down and check out my wedding photos.
Do you know what l love about my wedding photos? They are of my husband, my friends, my family and me. There are no photos of the florist, though she did a great job. There are no photos of the venue manager; because he was a grumpy old bloke and there are none framed on my wall of my minister despite being a good friend; it was not his wedding.
Looking at the photos reminds me of the day and the special people who are still an important part of our lives.
I always tell couples who are getting married that l want to be as memorable as the table decorations at their wedding reception. As in, l should not be the ‘thing’ they or others remember about the ceremony. Instead they should remember that they laughed and cried, that the you laughed and cried and that it was a perfect reflection of you.
Because, you know what? I have had ‘my day’. I have my own wedding photos;
l don’t need to be the centre of yours!