Happy Friday readers! How are we all today? Me? I’m shattered, and am struggling to remember when I last washed my hair (I think Wednesday. Maybe Tuesday?) but I think that’s normal with an eight week old baby, yes? Although, we have recently begun to sleep through until 6am, so I think I’m pretty lucky there (it’s always a worry when your definition of an amazing night’s sleep is 6 hours). But more on that in a future post, because today we have Katy’s Any Other Photo to talk about.
And talk about it we should. This is one of those photos that, when looking at someone’s wedding pictures, if it weren’t being pointed out to you, you might not necessarily notice. You’d skip on past it, maybe looking for ones that show the dress, or that seemed to have more going on.
But that’s because, as Katy says, ‘you won’t see the tiny details that I do’. You won’t know exactly how it felt to be there, in that moment, at that point.
But I think that each of you will have a picture like that.
One that, when you look at it, you’re transported back to that seemingly innocuous moment, and can tangibly feel the emotions that were with you at that time.
No one sees the same things in a photo. You may see the basics – happy bride, proud father, smiling groom – but you won’t see the tiny details that I do; the people out of shot; the people out of the room; the things that had been said and the things about to be said.
This isn’t my most flattering photo – there are others where I’m not flaring my nostrils, for example, unlike here. It’s not the ‘best’ photo of the day: you can’t see Mat’s face. You can only see a bit of one of my bridesmaids. Everyone’s looking in different directions. It doesn’t actually show us getting married, or kissing, or dancing, or cutting the cake. You can’t really see the oh-so-important details – the lovingly collected teacups and photo frames; the table heaving with cakes brought by friends and family; the photo booth my dad made; the flower arrangements by my mum and godmother; the party bags for the children made by my sister in law.
The things I see when I look at this photo (apart from the flared nostrils) are how nervous I remember Mat was – it was just before his speech and he had a VERY full glass of wine that he’d barely touched; how nervous I was (ditto: although I’d cracked on with the wine, and continued to do so. A hint for brides to be: bring a toothbrush if you’re planning to drink red wine. Black teeth in wedding photos are not a good look). I also see how happy we both are; happy to be surrounded by friends and family, to have not tripped over in the ceremony, to have had 15 minutes quiet time alone before the meal, to be in love and to be loved by those around us.
This photo is one of a series our fantastic photographer and friend took of the speeches. My dad’s speech was lovely – but he didn’t hold back in teasing me – so a lot of the photos of this time of the day are of me pulling faces, playing to the gallery, being a bit show-offy (well, if you can’t do it when you’re the centre of attention all day, when can you?). This one actually shows me properly looking at Mat, both of us a bit giddy and giggly that we had actually done what we had been planning for what felt like forever, a bit nervous about our speeches, and more than a bit excited about the rest of the day, the roomful of cake, the People’s Disco that evening and our new lives as a Mr and Mrs.