Posts Tagged with ‘weddings’
12 Oct 2012
This was a party that would rage late into the night, that would perhaps never really be finished so long as the newlyweds continued to be adored by those closest to them, by the friends and family who had travelled from near and far to celebrate with them. This was a celebration that would span a whole lifetime in addition to an entire weekend. This was a marriage of friends - of best friends - which in the midst of a hot, pulsating dance floor surrounded with love seemed to be the very best kind of marriage of them all.
11 Oct 2012
The fluttering of hearts around the room was practically audible as James’ words, laced with love, spilled out and into the room in the sweetest of declarations for his new wife.
10 Oct 2012
James and Natalie laughed as the soft petals landed on their heads, their noses and down the back of their necks; the jubilant faces of their friends and family surrounding them provided almost as much joy as the act of showering them with love.
09 Oct 2012
Natalie Hanne Pedersen just about managed to take James Douglas Gubb to be her lawfully wedded husband before her voice faltered, realising the true magnitude of the moment. Here was the climax of their relationship, the justification for all those painful goodbyes at airports when she had been working overseas, the fortification of years of friendship and a protracted tumble into love together.
08 Oct 2012
The seat of generations of noblemen and the house that had played host to Henry VIII and many of his Tudor children maintained its pride, despite the ravages of an 18th century fire. Deprived of its roof, its internal supporting walls and its domesticity, the fine stone mansion continued to witness centuries of decadence, its walls whispering tales of sumptuous celebrations and magnificent marriages made within its estate.
14 Sep 2012
This man, this shy, retiring man who, for so many years had hidden behind a keyboard under the weight of his shaggy hair, now stood masterfully in the middle of the dance floor by himself. In the corner behind him, his new wife’s eyes remained glued to his back as she tantalisingly raised the skirts of her dress and grinned inanely at what was about to happen.
13 Sep 2012
“Helen and I first met 12 years ago,” Paul remembered. “When my full-proof techniques of wooing her failed abysmally, which I probably shouldn’t have been too surprised about as they included not talking to her very much and giving her the distinct impression that I disliked her immensely.”
12 Sep 2012
As the woman in question circulated around the room, it was easy to see how Paul could have fallen in love with her. She greeted every new face with a kiss and subconsciously her tactile, loving nature overflowed as she held earnestly on to hands whilst speaking or enveloped people into a tight hug.
11 Sep 2012
The moment in which the registrar began to say the vows that Paul and Helen would in turn repeat to make their marriage seemed to swell around the couple in a magnetic force. Helen looked up at Paul, emotions dancing across her face as she looked into his earnest eyes and heard him begin to say that he would take her to be his wedded wife, to love, honour and cherish her.
10 Sep 2012
Paul strolled casually through the lobby with his little girl in his arms. Harriet murmured away in his ear, pointing to random objects and people, knowing that she had her father’s full attention. Whatever nerves he may have felt were offset by the twinkle in his eye, a knowing glimmer that this day was going to be brilliant.