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May 16, 2015

The Near Horizontal Wedding That We Will Never Forget!

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

It was a long weekend in May in 2013,  four Dutch families had crossed the channel to England to attend a family wedding.

The big day dawned bright and warm,with blue skies and perfect weather.

It was an afternoon wedding so the families had a fairly leisurely breakfast together and then got ready.

Final preparations were made in our hotel room, kids playing together, parents chatting, cousins catching up.

Later when we stepped outside to go to the car park we were astonished to see dark grey skies and heavy clouds threatening rain.

The wedding was to be in a tiny local church, there would only be enough space for parking near the church gate for the bridal car and that of the bride and grooms parents. All other guests had to park in a parking lot at the end of a lane. There was also room in the further away parking lot for the coach that had been hired to take other friends and family. Since the Dutch contingent had all come to England  in our own cars we just used our own vehicles to get to the church instead of using the coach.

Realising that the lane was quite long, Himself wanted to get there as quickly as possible, sneak our car up the lane so that he could drop me off at the church and then take the car back to the further away car park. So far, so good. That worked.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

He joins me and the children a short time later and since the first drops of rain start to fall a few minutes later, we take refuge inside the church.

Other guests quickly start to join us, the photographer is supposed to get photographs of every guest (or set of guests) coming into the church, but he is late and many of the guests are not really keen to go stand in the rain to have their photograph taken. After about fifteen minutes the rain eases and the groom and his family have arrived.

The tiny church is packed with guests as the bride arrives on the arm of her father. She is a very shy girl who has been prone to panic attacks for many years. She has worked hard to overcome various obstacles in her life and her husband to be is a wonderful, gentle, quiet, reliable man who everyone agrees is a perfect match for her.

The bride appears rather overwhelmed, nervous and very pale as she enters the church on her father’s arm. They walked the short distance to the alter where she suddenly swayed alarmingly and said she felt dizzy. A chair was quickly fetched and she sat down. After a minute or two the dizziness was worse and increasingly unsteady she looked like she was about to faint so she opted to lay down on the church floor.  The minister, realising  at this point that the bride was really stressed, asked for all photography to please stop from now on.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Her husband to be joined her, as did the lady minister, who had a quiet chat to her. We assume that this chat was to confirm that there no last minute concerns, that she wanted to get married and that she was going through the ceremony of her own free will.

It became clear that this ultra shy girl was completely overwhelmed at suddenly being the centre of attention, but wanted to get married with all her heart. The problem was that as the bride with all eyes on her, the more attention she got, the worse she felt, feeling that she was letting her intended down, her parents, friends and family.

She felt ashamed that she was laying on the floor looking and feeling like a fool and so the dizziness and panic attack got worse. The mothers of the bride and groom went and consoled her, tried to tell her that everyone here loved her and understood and that no one was judging her, they just wished her all well.

The minister rearranged the order of the church service so that readings, singing and a small sermon took place first, giving the bride time to compose herself and be calm in her own time with the congregation focused on something else.. It seemed to work.

The marriage vows were about to take place. The bride attempted to sit on the chair. She swayed alarmingly again, but tried to stay calm and since she was so unsteady , again for safety’s sake opted for sitting on the floor.

The minister told the groom that he too needed to join her at the same level as she was not allowed to marry them if one of the couple was in the higher position than the other. The groom promptly asked with a laugh: “do you want me sitting or laying down?” the congregation giggled.

He held the bride’s hand throughout, reassuring her and telling her that it was all o.k. and that he loved her. The vows took place with the bridal couple on the floor.

The seats of the chairs became the “table” for the signing of the register. There was almost not a dry eye in the church. I have never willed a couple to get though their marriage ceremony as I much as I did for these two.

They are a beautiful couple so suited to each other and clearly over the moon in love with one another. They are best fiends and soul mates and everyone who knows them knows that. When the final pronunciation came that they were husband and wife, a small cheer and then applause rippled through the guests.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Phew, I was more nervous for her than I was myself on my own wedding day! They made it through their ceremony and after a further “rest” on the floor the bride felt steady enough to be helped to her feet and walk down the aisle with her new husband.

They exited the church so that some photographs could be taken and about five or ten minutes later there was even more drama as the heavens opened. A serious cloudburst, rain pelting down by the bucket load. The cars for the bridal party were near the church gate, but all the other guests, including Family Kiwidutch were in the little lane when the deluge began.

Himself gave me an arm and tried to support me as I hobbled as fast as I could on crutches but then left me and sprinted to the car as fast as he could with two children behind him running like mad to keep up, he let the kids into the car, grabbed an umbrella that was in the boot and sprinted back to me as quick as he could, holding the umbrella over me for the rest of the way back to the car. We both were dripping wet by the time we got back to the car and the kids.

The scene was of scurrying guests everywhere, most were lucky because the coach was parked a bit closer than the private cars, but huge puddles had appeared out of nowhere and the rain was still lashing down so people were criss-crossing puddles, mud and trying to run in high heels and best wedding shoes.We reached the car breathless and almost fell into our seats in our haste, it was raining so hard that none of us could see out of the windows at all.

Himself started the engine and the windscreen wipers and even on full speed the downpour was winning. We waited for while until the rain abated enough to make it safe to drive away and then headed to the venue where the wedding breakfast and party would take place. Everyone giggled and shrieked as they hurried inside, raindrops flew off umbrellas, hats and coats and guests lamented their seriously damp and dripping bedraggled hairstyles.

Amazingly about an hour later the rain stopped completely and the sunshine returned. The rest of the evening went really well, the bride, although embarrassed, was reassured that we all felt for her and no one minded the unconventional marriage ceremony, in fact I think that everyone there said at one time or other during the festivities: “this is certainly a wedding we will never forget!”

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

1 Comment »

  1. Poor bride. I’ve never heard of that happening before at a wedding, but if the stress of the occasion is just too much, you have to do what you have to do!

    Comment by Elaine - I used to be indecisive — May 16, 2015 @ 3:49 pm | Reply


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