The gentlemen stood expectantly in their grey silk pinstripe suits and stark white shoes (huh?) before the obligatory ivy archway. The groom nervously fidgeting with his cuff links
The bride turned up (good start) resplendent in a gorgeous strapless white gown with a sweetheart neckline, the bodice covered in exquisite lace (No lace. No Lace, Mrs Bennett! I beg you!) glittering in Austrian crystals (lucky guess). The bridesmaids wore pastel yellow (bold choice) and the ladies all carried bouquets of yellow and white roses. As exepected (and minutely planned) they all looked positively fabulous.
The requisite vow, sentiments,promises, rings and kisses were exchanged amid much rejoicing on the hills.
I love going to weddings. For someone who is not normally overly sentimental (Well I don’t think I am… others may disagree) I really do enjoy going to weddings. This morning I have been wondering what is it that makes them so appealing.
I’m not particularly fashion conscious, so it’s not fascination with the dresses and frippery. I’m not one usually moved by others getting all emotional. It’s not the getting dollied up, the gifts, the fancy dinner, wedding cakes, dancing or what not. So what is it?
I think what I like most about weddings is the massive get together with friends and family, where people are taking the opportunity to toast (and sometimes gleefully roast) their friends…. Parents take the opportunity to tell their kids they’re proud of how they’ve grown up which is something the older generations amongst us sometimes seem to find difficult. Our friends get an opportunity to express affection and gratitude towards one another (and not in a drunken "I luv you mate… No. I love you mate kinda way). And even though I have a largish extended family, I don’t think we’ve got many weddings left to go to.
Oh and one of the best things about weddings? We’re all together and for a change some other poor buggers are doing all the work!
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