I forgot to mention the ceremony, which was a real tear-jerker (why do we cry when we’re happy?) The bridesmaid (our eldest daughter) (see photo below), gave a wonderful reading of the Edward Monkton”Dinosaur” poem:
“A Lovely Love Story” by Edward Monkton
The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice.
Although it was cold he was happy in there. It was, after all, his cage.
Then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur’s cage with kind words and loving thoughts.
I like this Dinosaur thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
Although he is fierce he is also tender and he is funny.
He is also quite clever though I will not tell him this for now.
I like this Lovely Other Dinosaur, thought the Dinosaur.
She is beautiful and she is different and she smells so nice.
She is also a free spirit which is a quality I much admire in a dinosaur.
But he can be so distant and so peculiar at times, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
He is also overly fond of things.
Are all Dinosaurs so overly fond of things?
But her mind skips from here to there so quickly thought the Dinosaur.
She is also uncommonly keen on shopping.
Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs so uncommonly keen on shopping?
I will forgive his peculiarity and his concern for things, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
For they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.
I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping, thought the Dinosaur.
For she fills our life with beautiful thoughts and wonderful surprises. Besides,
I am not unkeen on shopping either.
Now the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old.
Look at them.
Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs.
And that, my friends, is how it is with love.
Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together.
For the sun is warm.
And the world is a beautiful place.
Just reading it again has set me off. Tissues, where are the tissues…
The photo left just makes me smile every time – Flower Girl and Page Boy bonding over a very messy pasta meal at the pre-wedding dinner. (Nervous pale-silk-wearing-people, look away now!)
It really was such a magical, unforgettable event. It’s a shame it’s all over. In fact, although I haven’t told him yet, I’m tempted to start planning a little “renewal of vows” event for husband and me. After all, we’ll have been together 15 years next summer…