First thing on the morning of our wedding, I looked out the window to see what kind of day we'd got. It was beautiful! The blue sky was shining through the trees and I started getting excited, wondering if everything might just go according to plan.
Hayden and I were in a little cottage, secluded by about ten km of winding country road from our guests. We wrapped ourselves in bathrobes and wandered down to the creek below our balcony, hoping to see a platypus. There were rumours they lived there, and I was sure we'd be in for a treat, you know, a special good omen for our wedding day ... but no such luck.
Then Hayden disappeared with his groomsmen and my sister came down to help me get ready, though we quickly agreed there was not much to do in that department. I had no hair or make-up appointments, no fluster or bustle, so Louisa and I and her boyfriend Nick, our driver for the day, went for a walk in the rainforest instead.
I found out later that some of our guests had also spent the morning walking and visiting the waterfalls nearby, and it was exactly what we'd hoped they'd do. We'd left the schedule open on purpose, to give everyone time to do whatever they felt like, and I was so glad they went out to enjoy the surroundings like we do on a weekend visit.
When we got back to the cottage, the photography team were there waiting for me. It was time for me to get on with the business of the day. Nick and Louisa melted into the background; Louisa disappeared to get herself ready, and Nick went off to smoke nearly a whole pack of cigarettes and tie the ribbon on the car. I went in alone to face my dread: the 'bride gets ready' photography sequence.
I know it's just a standard bridal thing and I knew it would be nice for Hayden to see later what I'd been up to beforehand, but... it's just not my thing. For a start I didn't even have a dressing table and mirror surrounded by lightbulbs, and I had to do with the rickety picnic table out on the balcony.
Hint of lipstick, bit of mascara, then all of a sudden it was time to go. I put on my shoes and my veil and it was exactly how I'd imagined: the veil tilted my head wonky and the heels of my shoes sunk into the grass. I had become a bride. I wished I'd spent more time practicing that.
To be continued ...