LUCY AND MICHAEL
regality and joy
bradley's head wedding
There's a moment, right after the celebrant permits the first kiss of a newly minted couple, where, sometimes, the two become locked in a little temporary bubble of their own, as all the energy and hope and stress and excitement of the preceding few months culminates in this one pronouncement, one kiss, one act, and for a brief but drawn-out moment the two act as if no one else exists, and the joy and love is writ clear across their faces. This fleeting moment is often one of my favourite's of the day - not for the fact of the marriage itself, but for a brief few seconds everyone gets to witness this beautiful, intimate, genuine interaction between two people utterly in love with one another and overjoyed with their lot in life. It happened with these two, and preceded to be a theme for the day - after the ceremony the three of us went for a wander and, for much of the time, it was as if I wasn't even there. It was a privilege to witness.
From the minute I walked into Lucy's abode in the morning I was greeted with a big warm hug, offered a cup of tea, and treated more like a guest than the hired help. This, to me, says a lot about someone. It always buoys me to come across two such loving, genuine people, who are so deservingly happy with a large group of friends and family rallying around them to share in the jubilation, and I couldn’t help but get swept up in it all.
Lucy, as luck would have it, had received her Australian citizenship the week before, so there was extra reason for celebration.
The Queen even paid a visit.