You could quickly scroll to the end of this post and see what it is. Go on. You might as well. Ok?
My wedding day was perfection. I enjoyed every single second. It was utter bliss, the best day of my life. I had marginal post wedding blues, but we swiftly moved in to a new house, all the gift list stuff arrived, the blog took off, I got a puppy, then we bought our very own house in March of this year so my mind has been preoccupied. I love our photos. But what I realised a few months after receiving them, was that something else was missing.
We received this as a surprise from one of Michaels best friends (you don’t have to watch it) but it made me realise that what I was missing was a video. When I watch this back, I remember bits that I had previously forgotten or missed as I was gallivanting round Stamford posing with lamp-posts etc. I am glad that he captured the speeches, as quite frankly, I wasn’t listening properly on the day. I don’t really remember all the well wishes, what Michael looked like, how good my boobs looked in my dress, but thanks to this, I do.
[vimeo http://www.vimeo.com/45673119 w=400&h=300]
Speechless every time I watch it. So yes, my biggest regret was not getting someone to film the day. I really wish someone had told me to do it. But whilst planning I didn’t even consider it and ploughed on through blogs and magazines, scrap booking pictures of various shades of greige and jam jars over flowing with wild wintery floral arrangements. Sigh. If only I could do it all again.