Almost 2 years on from our wedsnowpocalypsing I guess it’s time I introduced you to the snow.
The snow, the snow, the snow. Oh the snow.
I cannot emphasise this enough, the snow.
“Ne’er in a hundred years has the ground been dusted with snow before the light has reached its darkest hour, oh young lady, this is a joyous sign, blessed be your marriage and may your life be full of happiness”
said the toothless, blind, deeply furrowed soothsayer to me as I walked towards our wedding venue laden with weddingness.
Or in reality anyone I met in the week before the wedding. (the snow part anyway)
So back to the snow?
Shall I let the picture do the talking? Remember Bean is 6′ 2″ and it only got deeper the further me walked.
Bean, the lovely Emma Case, Me and a lovely brave Descartes. Taken by my NYC Goddess! How beautiful is that purple sky!
So the snow brought sadness but also happiness too. Most of our family and friends were shattered from clambering through the snow laden with stuff or spending what seemed like hours moving cars. Yet from these moments I will carry the most heartfelt memories of our weekend.
- The memory of trying to push my parents’ snow bound car whilst lying horizontally in the air with my feet “firmly” planted on a country wall and then a falling faceplant. (I thought I had dislocated my shoulder – ever the dramatic)
- Trying to move Grumpole’s (one of Bean’s brothers) super heavy car when laden with much beer, then said car flailing much to the amusement of the assembling cows.
- “Running” around with my nephews with the snow engulfing their little snow suited bodies.
- Squealing with joy at the appearance of family and friends finally making it to the venue despite looking completely exhausted from their epic journeys.
These are the memories I need to remember and not the tiredness and disappointment.
These moments are very Anna and Bean. I could pretend we are hipsters but I’m pretty sure you know we are not! We are all about the giggles and certainly not afraid to make fools of ourselves. Yet the tiredness that ensued led to lack of attention to detail, chaos and generally people thinking they knew what I wanted. (I shall never know why people moved my boxes!)
A wedding that is nearly all DIY means that nearly all the stuff for the wedding needed to be packed, unpacked and moved. I really did not think about that when I signed on for a DIY wedding! If I’m honest it barely crossed my mind. I had thought about it, but not in the detail that I needed to. I assumed that things would just happen. What a fool I am. I knew that it would be hard on the Friday night but I sort of just, well forgot. I also sort of forgot that I would be somewhat uncontactable on the Saturday morning. Although I was so happy that I was nested in a little cocoon of joy and love. (The cocoon that looked after me despite knowing so many people were stranded by the snow.)
I guess one of the problems is that I held most of the wedding in my head. I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone involved. One of my biggest mistakes. I know, I know. I knew what I needed to do. I just forgot that I could not do it all on my own.
DIY brides of tomorrow please want to do everything (it’s exciting and somewhat empowering) but realise that you will need help. At some point you are going to have to let go and let people help you. Learn from my mistakes.
Indeed I definitely blanked out the concept of having to clear everything else up on the Sunday. That was just, well depressing. Having to throw away your lovingly made decorations and taking down the sweet little touches that your spent hours agonising over is horrible. I now understand why people leave for honeymoon under a blaze of sparklers. The bleakness, I succumbed. It engulfed me. I watched my loved ones leave me to go back to their exciting lives and I was left with seemingly nothing. Such a cruel way to end a wedding. For one who does not like to be the centre of attention I did not want to hugs and love to end. It came as quite the shock. I made Bean feel terrible, like he was not enough for me. Then his hugs came and my tears flowed. He showed me why I could love no-one else the way I love him. He made me realise why we brought everyone together and then triumphed despite, well despite, everything.
So the snow caused problems (more trouble that you can shake a stick at really) but then I remember, the moments. The moments that gave me pictures like this. I may not feel like I look amazing but the moment was amazing. The moment I felt like the Bean and I were the only people in the world. A beautiful delicious intimate moment that I will cherish forever.