Wedding Memories
My husband, Simon and I have been married for a little over 4 years now but each time I read his recount of our wedding, I still get tingles all over as if it just happened yesterday. I wonder if any of you have written down your thoughts after the wedding? From experience, it is a good idea to go down memory lane once in a while and reminisce to the romantic times and the bloopers at your own special day. It could also be one moment to capture on your scrapbook.
Below is Simon’s recount of our wedding as published at Weddings@Work entitled A Westerner’s Memory of a Filipino Church Wedding:
His own account of the events that transpired on the 7th of July 2001.
My main memory is of a most beautiful ceremony, full of emotion happiness and love, with a bride who looked a vision of loveliness as she walked down the aisle in her wedding gown.
I remember the morning of the wedding with clear skies and draining heat following several days of rain from a typhoon. The bride to be was whisked away for a total makeover or rebuild, I wasn’t told which. I was left staring at a TV screen, passing time and not really knowing what was to happen next. Glimpses of my bride indicated a high level of stress and her occasional comments confirmed that without doubt!
The time for departure arrived and I was bundled into a car with the best man and two lovely ladies who were part of the entourage. The first shock came when we couldn’t find a car park at the church, something never heard of in New Zealand. After driving in ever widening circles for sometime we eventually forced our way into a space between cars in a parking area in true Filipino style.So there we were at last in the church, with the sun beating down in a cloudless sky and temperatures soaring to great heights. Unfortunately, some guests were detained due to heavy traffic, not an unusual occurrence in Manila as I quickly learnt, so we all chatted amongst ourselves and tried to mop the perspiration as best we could.
Forty-five minutes later we were on our way up the aisle, the best man first, followed my myself, being told to ‘walk slower’! I tried, honestly I did.
I can still clearly see the big wooden doors of the church open after the entourage had taken their places and my bride to be starting her walk down the aisle. She was more beautiful than I could ever have hoped for, looking like a princess from a fairy tale wedding. Even before I could see her tears, I had to work hard to hold back tears of my own. A tearful groom isn’t a good look, at least not so early in the ceremony!
Once I had my love’s hand in mine and we stood together before the priest, everything seemed like a dream come true. I was truly overwhelmed by the warmth and feeling of the ceremony, something I hadn’t expected. Not being a regular church goer I was expecting the ceremony to be formal and stiff like wearing a suit and tie.
Instead I found it to be warm, friendly, relaxed and so full of emotion it cant be described my mere words alone. None of my family were present, yet I felt at home and the faces were all so friendly, making the occasion even more memorable.
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