So, I decided that Little Big Planet 2 could wait, and the doorbell rang – A certain T there to pick me up. I’m not sure how suprised he was at the dress- but he certainly liked it. He looked pretty awesome in his t-shirt too.
With that it was off down to the school where the ceremony was to take place (thanks to the weather we were able to be outside in the courtyard which was awesome), though we were actually 10 minutes early – to which I blame the hot weather – I couldn’t bear to be stood around inside the house anymore!
At the entrance we were greeted by our officiant Ulf (who looked a bit like Count Ulfula if you ask me, but seriously awesome officiant) who asked us to wait as he wanted to ‘warm up the crowd’ a little with a mix of swedish, english and persian!
We’re looking over to realise that T’s sister has made it down to the wedding venue.
T and I giggled a little nervously with each other, while hiding under a tree in the shade, phoning the groomsman who was waiting to signal it was time for us to walk ‘up the aisle’, sure enough the time quickly came.
aaaannnnd thunderbirds are go….
The Sofreh (missing the bread/cheese/herbs and cakes as it was later in the day and they had been moved inside away from flies.
I’ll be honest, the ceremony was a bit of a blur of trying to understand all the swedish, get my response (in persian weddings the bride doesn’t say yes to ‘do you take this man to be your husband’ untill asked three times) correct and not cry – it actually came back to me as it were when I looked over these pictures. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
A few pictures from the ceremony:-
The water ceremony (another way this was explained to us was that water flows all over the world, whether it be Iran, Turkey, the UK or anywhere else – linking us to everyone who was unable to come to the wedding)
The band ritual, for love and happiness, disappointment and sorrow.
The lovely little dinosaur – read by my sister.
And then almost as soon as it had began we were proclaimed man and laydeeee…..
Our mothers were the witnessess, so they got to sign, we didn’t actually sign anything!
Close up of cookies on the sofreh along with my bouquet which ended up abandoned there all day!
Then time for a very british tradition – being showered with confetti – down my cleavage… everywhere!
Next up – The PARTY!