Four years ago
four years ago I stood in a bathroom at Manchester airport looking in the mirror. Fixed my hair a little and thought to myself "This would be so much more exciting if I was picking up a guy I had a crush on." That being said I was excited. I went to the gate and out walked Andy, my friends of 5 years. He had flown in for staff conference and was going to stay a night with us (my parents and I) before it started. He had just been to Holland (the homeland) and couldn't wait to share about it.
I had liked Andy, earlier that year even I had liked him but always thought it wasn't right and could never work.
I think this visit, four years ago, made a big difference. I remember dragging him round Manchester the next morning on my 'whirlwind tour' trying to show him the city in half an hour, running in and out of each place. I remember seeing him in my country, in my house, in my real life not just Island life and it just felt so comfortable and good. We grabbed British Fish and Chips for lunch then headed up to Capernwray Hall where I was dropping him off for the conference. We walked around there together as friends, totally oblivious to the fact that two years later we would walk those same paths, me in a white dress and veil, as husband and wife.
I didn't really want to leave him there, I thought about him the whole way home, I thought about him the whole next couple of weeks, fighting it, not wanting to let myself fall for him and it not be right again. My dear friend Antonia was visiting from Germany and we travelled the country that week. I remember her saying I shouldn't resist and run away scared but fight through the feeling to see what God had for me in it.
A few weeks later I was back on Thetis for the summer and we were hanging out....lots. The day I left to spend a month traveling Canada he took me to the airport. That's the day he realised he wanted to be with me, that's the day I realised I didn't want to leave him. This was August 2005.
Two years of long distance later, after many tearful goodbyes, September 2007 I married him, my best friend, the one I fell in love with and I married him the first place I didn't want to leave him, at Capernwray Hall, so thankful to not have to be apart any more.
(photos by our wedding photographer Camille Wesser) 
5 comments:
What a lovely story - and gorgeous pictures. It's a wonderful place to be, married to your best friend.
Thoroughly enjoying all your recent blog posts (I know just what you mean about wishing the house was perfect-and I only have myself to worry about!)
Rachael
We were looking at the little Mac photo album you sent us lately when were supposed to be working in the office..your wedding was a fun day and you all looked beautiful! Like the cake below by the way but don't think it would help on my wii fit battle! Give everyone a hug and hope you're all doing ok!xx
I am crying!
-Hannah
beautiful wedding! i was just catching up on your blog again...just read the post about being a Mom. I could relate so much to that - in fact, I just had a talk w/ my husband about that very thing. I was trying to discuss w/ him about the importance of letting things wait (such as dishes, laundry, etc) in order to spend more time with just each other, playing, enjoying life. it's so worth it! so worth it in the long run, and in the short run. good job being a great mom, and wife!
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