Clare, Aisling and I collectively adore Esme. Aisling and I collectively adore Tom (Clare would as well, fact, but she was inconveniently in Russia when we met him). As well as being possibly the most genuine couple we’ve ever had the pleasure to meet, Esme and Tom turned preconceptions on their head when planning their wedding, and you’ll get to hear more about this very, very soon.
Esme has a remarkable way with words, making this picture come to life whilst simultaneously being matter-of-fact and funny, oh-so-funny. This Any Other Photo tells many a story, with many a character, but the end result remains Esme and Tom, elated, smiling, married. As it should. Happy Friday, readers.
Over to Esme:
I may have only seen about 10 photos of our wedding, all of which were taken by friends and family, but I am completely in love with this particular shot. It’s a moment captured (we were on our way to have some photographs taken away from the ‘crowds’), rather than a set-up posed one, it makes me think of other moments from an incredible day and reminds me of many lovely things about the other people caught in the background.
There’s my brother, just over Tom’s shoulder who, despite not having even owned a suit until about 15 hours before this moment, looked incredibly handsome (a school friend certainly thought so, ifyouknowwhatImean); there’s the recently engaged friend playing it’s-supposed-to-be-fun-but-it-actually-got-quite-heated game of croquet, and then there’s the friend who took the picture. As we were walking by, we waved hello to the group and quickly looked at the camera being pointed at us by J. J’s girlfriend, S, was apparently not convinced that her lovely boyfriend was taking interesting enough pictures, so as I came closer towards them, she grabbed the camera out of J’s hand and quickly took a shot. Right. Down. The. Front. Of. My. Dress. So, slightly shocked, I did what any bride would do and laughed it off, declaring that if she wanted to have a closer look, she really should ask my new husband first. About two hours later, we were approached by a sheepish looking J who assured me that the offending picture had been deleted and that S was incredibly sorry and embarrassed. Bless her.
You can just about see our fabulous Capri tents, peaking above the hedge, which reminds me of just how cool they looked. I can also see the perfect pink roses in my bouquet and in Tom’s button hole that my sister bought from Asda, after the ones she had ordered from the florist were awful. And, course, there’s my husband, looking gorgeous.
But the main thing that I can see when I look at this picture is happiness. Our wedding day was so happy, so full of smiles and fun, full of us laughing till it hurt and then turning to look at each other and smiling some more because we simply so ecstatic that we were married.