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."



to the post-ceremony scrum & photo-op

matrimonial moose