I love weddings. I’m a romantic and have been known to ruin my make-up weeping buckets when the bride walks up the aisle and again when the newly marrieds kiss. Funnily enough, I didn’t shed a tear at my own wedding 33 years ago.
Last week, however, I spent much of the day feeling emotional at the wedding in Kinsale of our dear friends Marie and Hugh. It was a special day as both had endured tough times and personal tragedy and here they were pledging their love to one another ten years after they met at bereavement counselling.
Their story shows how love helps alleviate grief and heartbreak and gives hope to all those who are lonely, broken-hearted, or bereaved.
The civil ceremony was like everything else on the day, perfectly planned, and attention to detail was paramount. Every word, every piece of music was pertinent. Maya Angelou’s “Touched by an Angel” summed up their journey. As they stood in The Trident Hotel looking out at the harbour and making their promises to one another, sailing boats glided by. This was a family occasion – Marie’s son Ken walked her in, her daughter Emma was bridesmaid [along with Marie’s sister Phil] and her grandson Jamie brought up the rings helped by Lauren.
The speeches were honest, moving and, helped along by best man (also called Hugh), entertaining. Music provided by Ken’s band meant that dancing continued into the early hours, followed by a jamming session in the Residents’ Bar.
I wore my new Adrianna Papell black and white jumpsuit/dress bought a few weeks ago (see my blog post ‘Playing dress-up in Arnotts’). The pop of colour was my red shoes, which had a low enough heel to make them comfortable enough to wear all day, also bought in Arnotts. Red nails and lipstick completed the look. My outfit was greatly admired and it was really comfortable to wear. However, the contortions needed to unzip it myself meant that going to the bathroom was a nightmare. I didn’t really think that through when I bought it. Yes, I wore jumpsuits in the 80s but I obviously never had one with a zip down the back!
More on Kinsale in my next blog post