The past week of my life has been a dream, a beautiful blur of memories that seem almost too good to be true. On Saturday the 2nd of March 2013, as I spend many Saturdays, I was at a wedding. I still had camera(s) in hand, but I was not the photographer. I was the groom. The morning felt quite surreal – as if everything was a giant dress rehearsal for the real thing. It was incomprehensible that the day we had spent 10 months planning and almost 7 years coming towards was finally here. I watched as the carefully orchestrated pieces of the puzzle all fell into place. It rained – heck, it poured. We didn’t care. We got wet. We laughed, we cried, we sang, we danced, we Gangnam’ed.
And, I took some photos.
We arrived in Gloucester on the Thursday (Liv’s birthday).
This was the last blue sky we saw until the honeymoon.
I can’t even begin to explain the happiness that extends from marrying Liv at long last. Our day was everything we had hoped it could be. Having everyone important close to us on the same day was an incredible experience. So many thanks to those of you reading this who contributed, your efforts are truly appreciated.
And Liv, thank you for giving me the honour of being your husband.