Well, we got there eventually!
(Do you like the royal ‘we’ there? Thus, I am absolved of sole responsibility for the tardiness of this blog!)
Before we get into all the nitty gritty details of the big day and the events leading up to it, I would like to explain: I have been awaiting photos.
I was hoping to have a few of the professional ones in, but we shall have to make do with several taken on a mobile and a few screenshots, otherwise it may well be their silver wedding anniversary that I end up blogging about.
Okay, so all is now calm in both Dawson households as we reflect on what an utterly fabulous day it was.
Smiles and dewy-eyed expressions, abound with a soupçon of gentle laughter, as we cast our minds back to a few of the more challenging moments in the run up to the big day!
So, where do I begin? Well, I could start with:
– The bridal store ‘lost’ the wedding dress with only a few weeks to go
– All the kilts etc (which were meant to arrive a week beforehand) only arrived finished at 8pm the night before the wedding! They were still in Edinburgh, and ended up having to be transported by courier to the hotel!
(Meanwhile Danny and I were having frantic discussions as to who was potentially going to have to drive north of the border. This was whilst simultaneously putting on BAFTA winning performances to all and sundry that all was well in the world of kilts and sporrans!).
– The bride received a phone call – with less than 24 hours to go – and was informed that the wedding car had been in an accident, and was subsequently out of action, and asked if she’d be happy with their 2nd choice of vehicle
But, possibly the cherry on the cake?
On the day itself, upon leaving for the church in full bridal attire, she was greeted by her chauffeur in front of an open car bonnet scratching his head and looking desperately anxious.
The problem? The replacement wedding car had broken down! At this point she didn’t care anymore and just wanted to get to the church!
Seriously! I am not making any of this up! (I am however contemplating sending a script to a TV production company for their consideration!)
So, drama over… what a day!
The bride, as you will hopefully agree from the photos, was gorgeous! The groom scrubbed up well too I reckon, but then again I am slightly biased! The church service was beautiful and the venue? Oh my word! Stunning!
So briefly, this is the story of Rebecca and Matthew (Matt and Bex to most!) and their journey to the altar. It is a brief journey, but I’d like to begin way before any first dates or even a hint of a proposal of marriage.
Way back when I was expecting Matthew (I promise you, I am going somewhere with this!) and not knowing if I was having a boy or a girl, I remember entering the labour ward and being asked my name choices.
“If it’s a boy, Matthew and if it’s a girl, Rebecca” was my reply. They wrote both these names on a board in front of me, and I was told to focus on them when things started to toughen up. The idea being that at the end of it all, it would be worth it, when Matthew or Rebecca would be put in an appearance, and so we had Matthew! Okay I’m now pregnant with Phil and enter the labour ward, same question, same system and ‘hey presto’ Phillip was born. Finally I’m expecting Jon, and well… you get the picture!!
Fast forward from January 1989 to December 2014 and Matthew announces his new girlfriend, Rebecca!
Sorry folks, I am indeed a bit slow at times and didn’t make the connection until the proposal a year later when we were practicing saying the name Mrs Rebecca Dawson, and I thought: ‘Brilliant! Finally, Rebecca is here!’
Back to the romance. They had a year of ‘courting’ (as they used to say in a time gone by) and on their first anniversary he got down on bended knee in the middle of Kew Gardens, complete with ring, and asked the lovely Rebecca to be his bride. (Some kids were playing ‘Star Wars’ at the time with lightsabers and he was panicking that one of them would skittle the ring, please see previous blog for further clarification if necessary!)
She said yes (obviously) and as they say, the rest is history!
I never really cry at weddings, maybe I just don’t get it, but I’m always on a high on the actual day. Most of my emotion has usually taken place the few days running up to the big day, and so I’m normally not too bad.
At Louise’s wedding, all was fine until the speeches. I was at the top table beside her Dad (due to my sister, her mum, no longer being with us). What a total blubbering wreck I was! This was no shedding of a silent tear (much to the horror of my sons who were all at a table just in front of me)! Well I was prepared this time! And, actually, in all truthfulness, the speeches were the only point where I felt I had to hold it together.
There is something incredible when you hear, not only your son declare his love for his bride but, two of your sons talk about each other in a manner that you are totally unaccustomed to. Yes there was a bit of the usual good natured banter, but also a lot of emotion too (are these really the same boys that used to knock the stuffing out of each other nearly 20 years ago over a Pokemon card?!).
I’m afraid (apart from the bangle) I’m not sure if the exact items I wore are still available (organised Mother of the Groom getting her outfit sorted early!), but if you do like the look of anything, each of the brands have some similar designs and fab ranges for you to take a look at.
I love this photo of the ‘three generations’ with my fab Louise and little Sophie.
Rebecca was fabulous with her and spent more time dancing with Sophie than even the groom! (That is, Rebecca dancing with groom, not Sophie dancing with the groom!)
Sophie did look a tad nervous walking into the church with her Dad though.
Come to think of it, Rebecca probably did too walking in with her dad (sorry, no photo as yet!).
There was so much thought and attention to detail from beginning to end.
Matthew is the biggest James Bond fan and the tables were themed after all the various films. There was Bond entertainment right the way through the meal, which was hilarious. Even the confetti – nothing to do with James Bond – was made from all the flowers he had given her since they’ve been together that had been dried! Incredible!
I could go on and on, but this would no longer be considered a blog but more of a contender for the epic ‘War and Peace’ (but certainly not in any literary circles!), so I shall end with this:
Two days later, driving into QVC with the wedding firmly behind us and the happy couple in stunning Sicily on their honeymoon, as I reflected on the whole occasion, I can honestly say my heart swelled within me.
I am so happy for them, but so proud of all my family.
I am truly blessed in countless ways and always try never to take anything for granted. Times like these make us all realise what is truly valuable in life!
Apologies if this is somewhat ‘gushy’ for me, but if you can’t shed a tear at a wedding, when can you?!
Rebecca Dawson… welcome to the family!