I wanted a private wedding, and I got one. Only my close family attended, all eight of them. My husband’s family would have also been there, but they couldn’t make it due to certain obstacles, one of which being the Atlantic ocean.
We got married in England, in a registry office, one month before the birth of our first son (he he). My dad and his wife were witnesses, and my mum and her husband were ring bearers. I wore hot pink, silk. Although we had ordered a lovely corsage for my husband, I ended up having to fashion him one from my bouquet of roses as I neither of us remembered to bring it.
When we booked the registry office we asked them if we could bring our own music, as I wanted to walk down the aisle to ‘Born to Run’ by Bruce Springsteen. They told us it wasn’t possible, however when we turned up the day of the wedding the first thing they asked us was if we had brought any music we wanted playing, grr! Instead I got an incredibly cheesy version of the classic Wedding March, which had us all in such fits of laughter that we could barely get the vows out!
You can write your own vows for registry office ceremony, or you can just do the standard ‘Do you take etc’. We hadn’t really discussed it, but a few days before the wedding my husband-to-be commented to a group of friends that he had already got his vows written and memorised. I hadn’t even thought about mine so that night I locked myself away and frantically scribbled something down. It wasn’t until the actual wedding day that my husband admitted he had been joking, and he hadn’t really written anything! I still read mine to him though, although I did feel like a right plonker doing so.
After the ceremony we went to a local country pub, where my little brother read a speech and beautiful poem he had written for the occasion. We all cried. My brother’s girlfriend then read a message from my husband’s brother, and we all cried again. I spoke to my new mother-in-law on the phone (whom I had never met). She said, ‘Hullo Mrs. Scott’, and I said ‘Hello Mrs. Scott’ back to her, then we all cried some more.
Later we went to a quiet hotel located amongst rolling green hills, which my step-mother had booked for us. We had no idea what to expect, and on the way there, thinking it would be a fairly modest affair, we joked about having tea on our private terrace. As it turned out we did have our own terrace with views out over the valley. We drank tea and watched a most beautiful sunset. I can honestly say it was the best wedding I’ve ever been to. We had a three course meal for lunch and dinner.