There are many reasons that this Any Other Photo melts my heart. Not just the expression on Sarah’s face, or the pride on her Dad’s, or the way the tourists are looking at the beautiful bride-to-be, or the way family and friends chipped in to prevent disaster striking (although all four get me). It’s the triumph of what actually matters (being married) over what seems Incredibly Important At The Time (ripped stockings, rain). It’s a lesson for us all, married or not, in every day life.
Over to you, Sarah. And congratulations!:
Photograph by the talented Naomi Sampson
This is my Dad and me. I got married to Adam a couple of weeks ago on the 7th July in Robin Hoods Bay, North Yorkshire.
The weather leading up to the wedding had been awful, with flood warnings and torrential rain forecast. This had resulted in a very stressed out bride to be, and when I woke up on the morning of my wedding to see no rain but thick fog, I wasn’t a very happy bunny. My parents, bridesmaid and photographer all said it didn’t matter – that it would be unusual and like something from a ‘Bronte’ novel. I was still unsure, and as I was getting my hair and make up done, the sun did break through the fog and I felt calmer and happier.
As the bridal party prepared to leave, I noticed the mist returning, and as I thumped down the stairs I caught my stockings on a nail and tore them at the heel. Disaster! Suddenly the weather didn’t matter, suddenly I was in bits over a gaping hole in my beautiful ivory stockings! My dear friend Louise, now known as super Louise, seeing me distressed peeled off her tights and gave them to me – I have never been so grateful for anything in my entire life! I rushed back upstairs, changed in to them, and suddenly felt calm, happy and ready!
This photo captures those feelings which flooded over me, and as I walked through the village on my dads arm, gazing at the mist around me – smiling at the tourists in the town, I felt silly at the prospect of worrying about such a little thing as the weather. Later in the day, during my Dad’s speech, he spoke of how proud he was to walk me through the village, he got quite emotional, as did I – so this photo means alot to me, the melting away of nerves and the beginning of a beautiful day.