Remain calm, and be comforted by the knowledge that your mother, never did anything by accident. Specially not conception. Shh There ARE no accidents see:
If the old turtle says so it's completely true - he said it Thrice so it must be soooo so so true! Do not speak to Uncle Dac he'll try and tell you otherwise, and if you do, just remember the phrase 'Bitches be hatin'.
Anyhoos, it doesn't seem like 2 years- or 6 - coz time flies yo when you're being driven insane - i mean when you're having fun. SO much fun!
Haha... i remember, waking up that morning after very little sleep and taking photos of everyone KO'd in the bedrooms. I remember thinking - should i be feeling jittery and excited coz yeee haha i think i'm broken.
The weeks leading up to the day, once we decided on the date and made the mistake of inviting people before we had planned anything.... seriously this is how it went:
'Maybe we could get married'
'mm'
'Why not it'll give your mum something to look forward to, and we don't care anyway eh, might as well do it here while she's still well enough to enjoy it.'
*grunt n nods*
'Okay then..... hey dudes we're getting married'
'when?'
'i dunno'
'The 28th? after Christmas before new year.'
hahaha... then when people started booking tickets and clearing their hectic end of year schedules. It dawned on us that we had guests coming and not much else.
Zane went into Bridezilla mode, and his mum watched bemused as i laughed at his rising panic and in effort to look busy started ripping up magazine pictures and quotes like 'You can do it' and gluing these 'plans' into a sketchbook haha...
2 weeks before the set date, we had no celebrant, no confirmation of catering... nothing but people and a backyard. My famz was flying over from Sydney... we had- not much of a budget. I laughed a lot, Zane's mum called me crazy a lot. Zane called a lot of people.
We surrendered to a 'Things will work out as they do' philosophy.
Our celebrant came in at the last minute with about a week and a half to go- She was a retired primary school teacher. She remembered Zanes brother... after the wedding Zane remembered she taught him also. Margaret, where ever you are now, thank you for coming to our rescue, for laughing with me during my vows that sounded so odd coming out of my mouth, they spilled out between fits of giggling... haha... thank you for taking the time during that busy season- even though you had finished for the year and had funerals to attend and grandkids to see. Thank you for telling us you wanted to do it for free, for helping us choose when we just shrugged and laughed and said Uhhh whatever is shortest!! Haha...
Thank you to Aunty Ruby and family for stepping in on the catering. To Amanda for the cake, Martys mum for the cake recipe.
Thanks to Phuong Ly who made my dress without any measurements, to Vinnie who bought it over a couple of days before the wedding and surprised me... haha...
I remember trying to make the flower arrangements stay up that morning in the insane Maungatoroto wind. Telling Joel to get me some rocks to weigh the glasses used as makeshift vases down. Haha i jokingly said to him WHYYYYYYYY ARE you ruining my wedddddinggggg??? Hehehe and Marty was trying to help me keep them standing but in the end we just gave up....
There were camping tents in the yard and we got married in front of a caravan that horrified Amanda.
LOL - sorry i started writing this in the morning and then the days doings got in the way. Here are some random photos....
It was an awesome day - relaxed - warm and fun.
A picnic of sorts. We owe a lot to the people in NZ who made our stay there so amazing and who helped in small ways and huge ways and to the people behind the scenes (Uncle Jimmy, Cathy and David off the top of my head) Thank you for always helping make all the transitions easier. For the donations of homewares and toys for the kids.. for making our houses feel like homes.
New Zealand was a really full on year, and in the end - the wedding melted into lesser importance than most people would put on theirs. My dad came, he smiled a lot... he talked to people and made jokes about getting tattoos afterward, "they must be on sale, everyones got one' Haha... My dad had a good day for the most part i think. It shows me sometimes i underestimate his flexibility. Despite the fact we were in the yard, sitting on the grass eating ice cream. No seafood buffets in sight... we stood in front of a bunch of people he'd never met, and backdropped by a dilapidated caravan, we laughed and whenever i saw him through that day, he looked relaxed, and there were no dramas, no expectations, no rules to abide by.
On a sunshiney day, 2 years ago in a little town called Maungaturoto... i said the words ' i Do'
ANd to all the friends and family who missed it, because of our poor timing... Thank you for the generous gifts... and for all your thoughts and love. We sure did feel it.
Hehe and like i said - in the grand scheme of things- the Wedding itself kinda drifted into the background. I forget it ever happened sometimes. When i think on it, there are hundreds of memories littered through the day, and hundreds of people to thank.
But for tonight this is it. 2 years ago, at around this time, i turned to Zane and said the same thing i said to him tonight- 'Hi- Husband'
and grinned a cheesy grin
and he looked at me and smiled and shook his head just slightly
'Hi wife.'
which always cracks me up... even two years on- the title makes me mirthful - not in the right way, but still haha it amuses me muchly that i grew up and got married, and had kids and on paper-
I'm just like a real grown up should be. :)
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photographic Highlights of Today and yesterday.
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