I do and I did..getting married and being a bride..
The magic of being a bride, his bride..
I do..yes, I really do..so many times over. But before I knew it the day was over, the sun slowly sank towards the horizon and with a dance it was a pearl on my necklace, a memory left for an album.. what begun as a 'lets do it this summer baby' came with a somewhat manic planning and lots of rushed last minute shopping sprees, short and intense and somewhat all a bit sad, concluding that it didn't last long enough. So many nights of wishful thinking that the sun would still shine on my wedding day, gazing towards the stars trying to figure out if red sky in the morning really was a shepards warning and then that day came, I woke up and could feel it, the sun poking through the lace curtains tickling the tip of my nose. Yes, the sun was going to shine..Now I'm trying to get rid of the habit of that thinking and it strikes me with a giant sting of sorrow knowing that it just came and went, could I have enjoyed it even more, could I have relived it a thousands times and comfort myself by dressing up in my vail just once more..no..it has passed and all I can do is charish it to it's fullest, to what that wedding was..the most wonderful day of my life, a day I shared with my close family and my kiwi love in sweden where summer was in full bloom. The love of my life by my side on the picture above..
Towards Happily ever after..(my dress ended up being Annah Stretton with the roses sewn by me. Annah is really my muse and a New Zealand designer. The lovely gold shoes was ordered from Jeffrey Campbell, wich had to be altered..that is a story all by it's own)
xx Alice ..now mrs Smith:-)