hyperventilation in the friendship room (just 5 more minutes!)
final countdown
For days, all anyone could comment on was my unusual calm. No one could believe that I could keep cool with the wedding looming ever-nearer. Even the masseuse said something when Jean & I visited the day before the ceremony. "You're so relaxed," she said. "Most brides have their shoulders up around their ears by this time." I had no secret to tell, no zen-like certainty to confess to and no new-agey breathing technique that was helping me remain normal. I was just calm. Even on the day itself, when we were late getting to the photo site, when I couldn't find my earrings in time, when I realized midway through the day that our kissing game wasn't ready for the reception and when we were hustled into a receiving line far too early, even then I was calm.
That is, except for the five minutes immediately before the beginning of the ceremnoy. All of a sudden my guts were churning, my head was swimming and my lungs were doing their best imitation of a hummingbird. I was stressed. My maids fed me glasses of water and hoped for the best.
sydney transcends
I know, all flower girls look like angels. Well, mine looked more like one than usual.
Here she sits, captured by Jason in a moment when I was far too freaked out to pay attention to my littlest maid. Her gravity becomes her.
the approach (rocketbride is cleared for takeoff)
it begins So I was standing at the bottom of the aisle, listening to Sarah sing "Ave Maria" and watching my maids glide up the runway. My stomach was still churning, and I was trying to figure out some way to stop the whole thing for a minute or two, at least until my butterfly tummy calmed down. The next thing I knew, my dad & I had taken the first step. Coincedentally, the butterflies all died of natural causes. And from that point on, all I had to do was float and beam. |
beam As we made our way down the aisle I swept the church with my smile, knowing that I was incandescent and feeling for all the world like a kleig light. I looked at as many people as possible, trying to savour as many reactions as I could. It was my wedding day, and I didn't want to miss a thing. |
launch!
there goes my soul Since the church doesn't allow photography during the ceremony, we've just skipped the meat of the matter: the prayers, the vows, Clarke's excellent sermon, all of my friends singing "Jerusalem"...it was something to see, but ultimately I'm glad that it wasn't recorded. I hate being at weddings where you're trying to concentrate on the solemnity of the occasion while a photographer/videographer keeps getting in your way. All of which is to say: here Marjorie holds the register to be signed, signifying our blessed union. Boy, do we ever look happy about it, too. |
powerful male bonding Now Dave the 12th-level best-man signs, having rolled first for initiative. (That's a gaming joke. I only include it because gaming is one of the significant aspects of Dave & James' friendship. Yeah.) |
rocketbride & jimmy silverthumb, united in 4-colour comic book joy I still can't figure why I looked normal in my home, but in the colour exposures I look like scary kabouki bride. Oh well. P.S. Just to be totally accurate, the banner behind us says "Walk in love," not the infinately cooler slogan "Wack in love." |