I am one of four siblings of an incredibly large, extended family. Until last week all of us had been the only ones in our generation that have chosen to buck the trend of entering into a traditional marriage in a church and having children before our mid thirties.
As we have all always been quite content with our choices most of the family had all but given up on any of us even going down that path, in fact the pressure to have the type of big blowout weddings that have been the norm for our relatives has always baffled us. I may not be Greek but the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" still struck many, many chords!
This time around the person in question getting married turned out to be our youngest brother, which did come as a surprise since he and his partner had been living together for many years without so much as a hint that wedding bells would be on the cards one day. Perhaps we shouldn't have been so surprised as he is notably the biggest party animal out of the four of us!
Whatever misgivings on weddings the rest of us may have otherwise this was not a celebration we were going to miss for the world. The couple did however choose to end their years of living in sin with a lovely and memorable ceremony that was anything but traditional.
The ceremony was held outdoors in picturesque grounds by the river and the couple were married by a female celebrant, exchanging very touching vows they had written themselves and that had more than a few teary eyed and reaching for a tissue.
The groom, best man and groomsmen shunned morning suits and shiny leather shoes to channel Miami Vice in slick silver grey suits worn with Converse All Stars.
The bride and her bridal party arrived at the venue by speedboat, kindly lent by one of the groomsmen.
The groom did his own hair on the day despite sending his best man and groomsmen to the hairdressers for a haircut the night before!
The couple released blue helium balloons that carried a love poem away over the river and beyond.
The longest standing family wedding tradition that was kept on was that my mother made the wedding cake as she has done for all our relatives for more than two decades now. Though she too steered away from a traditional cake and designed a mad hatter's shaped sloping tower covered in flowers, seashells and pearls that featured effigies of the bride and groom as well their pet parrot rendered in icing sugar! She even put in details such as my brother's converse shoes and pony tail!
Everyone who attended turned up looking fabulous too and the day's fashion parade is undoubtedly going be the subject of future posts!
It was a wonderful and momentous occasion for the families and friends and the party afterwards was a hoot. They always have been a beautiful couple and it was lovely to see them both radiant with joy that day. May they be happy always.
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