When Amy sent me her submission for Any Other Photo, it had me grinning all day. Like a loon. Her enthusiasm had me right back at this moment last July. I was lucky enough to be a guest at this wedding and let me tell you; I have never attended a ceremony as filled with love and laughter as this one. Amy’s photo reminds us all of what a wedding ceremony can be, if you let it, and if you lose yourself in the moment.
You don’t need to know Amy and Al to be able to see, through this photo, how happy they make each other. I love the sheer concentration on the faces of the guests, the oh-we-shouldn’t-but-oh-look-we-ARE of the bride and groom, the joy, the love, and this is a perfect moment captured.
Without further ado I hand you over to Amy:
This picture was taken quite near the beginning of the ceremony, at The Pump House in Battersea Park. Our wedding wasn’t until 5pm, so after all the planning, all the build up of the day, I’d had a whole day to get into “oh my god I’m going to be a wife!” mode, getting through about 3 bottles of Bucks Fizz, my dad literally squeezing my hand off as we walked into the ceremony room .. you’d imagine this would be the one bit of the day I’d be really serious.
It was our fault really. We decided we would get everyone there to relax with each other by singing a song together – and we chose “Going To The Chapel”. However, as the ceremony was non-religious, we were told that the guests weren’t allowed to sing “Chapel” because of the religious connotations, and if anyone actually sang “Chapel” someone would stop the ceremony. So! We improvised, and instead we had to print in the programme in BIG letters that, instead, we were “Going to the PUMPHOUSE and we’re going to get maaarried, going to the PUMPHOUSE and we’re going to get maaarried” .
We were absolutely convinced one of our lovely guests were going to sing it wrong. But they didn’t. They were brilliant. It sounded brilliant. And we had a backing track and everything.
And so we relaxed. My husband and I. And then…. we lost it.
We tried so hard. But the more professional, and brilliant, everyone else was, the more we were rubbish and laughed our socks off. I think we only sang about 8 words in 3 verses.
We were so very rubbish. But at that moment in time, there was no one else I’d rather have shared that joke with. And there still isn’t.