Monday, June 20, 2011
There were friends there that I hadn't seen in ages that I spoke to for less than five minutes. There was all of Mr. Dashing's family to meet. My flowers left a spot on my gown that I couldn't stop thinking about or talking about to said friends and family, much to my consternation. Looking back it didn't matter in the slightest. It doesn't show up in a single picture. In all the whirl of the day I guess it was something on which to focus.
I always thought the photographs from your wedding were so that you could remember the day but honestly I don't remember large parts of it. The photographs are more to show me what happened. This is why I find myself trying to blot the butter cream frosting off my fondant bow and save it forever. It's not merely because I like arranging pretty mementos. I remember removing the bow -- which the sweet ladies who helped out at my wedding put, erroneously, on top of the cake -- and putting it on the side where it belonged. I thought as I was doing it how silly it was that it even mattered on my wedding day and it really didn't but I remember that moment well. Much more clearly than I remember cutting the cake together mere moments later!
I may not remember the sweetest parts of the day but in the photos I am beaming and every day Mr. Dashing does something sweet so even if the moments blur together -- happiness shines through them all.