From a Bride to be to a Bride that was – Sophie – now – a – Mrs
09 May 2014
As a quick recap for those who didn’t follow from day one; I have faithfully shared my journey over 18 months - detailing every dream and drama and hopefully helping with some useful insight.
We met at work and it was sparks from the start - After a year or so of skirting around the friendship zone we finally found the courage to be more and after a week I turned up at Matts with a toothbrush, a ham and pineapple pizza and a plastic dog. I haven’t looked back.
Matt proposed with a bench at Blickling Lake in Norfolk and we married 18 months later at the beautiful Langley Abbey in Norfolk.
A December wedding was truly magical; set against dramatic skies and blustery winds, the plethora of fairy lights and candles illuminated the Abbey to perfection.
The months of preparation were so full of love and dedication that we can truly put our hands on our hearts and declare ‘that was perfect’. We put our everything into everything: trawling reclaim yards for crates that we painstakingly polished back to life, the roasted fir cones to scatter on the tables, the hand painted cake toppers, the handmade rhubarb and pink fizz jelly favours for each guest.
When the day arrived it was as if I had been wrapped in a bubble, floating around the house, from clutching a coffee in pyjamas and bleary eyed, I suddenly found myself in a wedding dress with a Hollywood face, a glass of fizz and a beautiful mark 2 Jaguar in the driveway.
Flanked by family and friends I had made it through phase 1 calmly. Reversing elegantly into the red leather interior of the car I grabbed my dad's hand tightly and didn’t let go for the whole journey.
From the minute I stepped through the abbey doors the tight feeling of nerves evaporated and I practically dragged my father down the aisle in order to get to Matt’s side and become his wife. From that moment onward our faces beamed and ached with smiles the Cheshire cat would have coveted.
The venue itself looked magnificent, there wasn’t as much time as we would have liked to stand back and absorb its beauty. Candles adorned every surface curled with trailing ivy and soft winter roses. Bay trees stood against the walls wrapped in ribbon and planted with soft smelling herbs. Fairly lights were twirled to every banister and the breakfast table settings were heavenly – twisted Hazel branches strung with white flower garlands and dancing with tiny flickering tea-lights suspended in bubble houses.
The cliché of time moving at pace on your wedding day was true to its word and the day flew by in a whirl of family, friends, love, tears, confetti, lace, fir cones, red Manolas, red socks, wellington boots, roast dinners, rhubarb and pink fizz chutney, gingerbread houses, first dances ending with truly drunken carriages at midnight. Wrapped in a fake fur coat we sank into each other's shoulders and spent the hour’s drive to our hotel desperately clinging to each perfect moment and reliving it as husband and wife.
Getting married really has been the best thing we have ever done and while we loved one another before it has set in place a different level of bond that we are still celebrating everyday.
Photo credit to ighteningphotography.
More photos of the day can be found at lighteningphotography.