There is something rather eerie about the aftermath of a wedding. It’s like, a void…and yet…not…we’re still packing up, recovering (well, I am *really* recovering…everything hurts) but it was…so…wonderful.
For days now things have been leading up to this incredible celebration of a union that means the world to two families. Two young people, coming together to begin their lives as a couple, it’s a wonderful thing and as two families we came together to bring them together.
These little scattering of photos are just between my horrible phone camera (which is awful and I seriously need a new camera, and my older brother (in the photo next to his beautiful wife) — his are better, because he has an amazing camera) but it was all I could grab, hopefully I’ll get more photos later to show you just how *amazing* this day actually was and a picture of me when I don’t look like I am trying not to burst into tears. Which I swear, I was looking like the entire ceremony…I think my Mum was trying to tell me to smile more, but I was just…so…happy…and…trying not…to…cry…ahhhh….ruining my makeup!
When I say the reception was incredible…it was incredible. My Dad, Mum and sister’s husbands family spent the Friday setting the whole thing up and it looked stunning. Mel’s mother-in-law made all the table runners, and these adorable little pockets for the cutlery, along with all of Mel’s craft work, we had little planted trees in the middle of each table to go with the forest theme…
I gave a speech which apparently went really well, so did my Dad, and his was really, really lovely and I cried.
I spent a couple of days before hand cleaning my house, as the bridal day would begin there with hair, makeup and the cars etc. would happen at my house — it would need to be spotless for photos — and if I didn’t do it — it wouldn’t get done. As many of you would know, my illness makes doing anything physical incredibly difficult but I decided inside, that no — no matter how much pain I was in, even if I was going to collapse, I would do it, for my sister. I have honestly learnt in this last week that with a solid conviction in mind, I can endure and intense amount of muscular and bone pain. I am dead now but it was *so* worth it. It has taught me though, that there is no reason why I cannot run that marathon next year, whatever the pain may be!
So now…it is done.
The huge wedding that was looming over this year has gone.
We did it.
My little sister, my beautiful, precious little sister as left my house and now I am crying all over my keyboard. We lived together almost five years, and that is a long time…and in those years we survived a lot of rough stuff together.
Now…to clean my house…again :D