When we drew up our shot list for Ian, we kept it rather short and sweet and the groupings we really wanted were mostly to be photographed after the ceremony. I'd never even considered having some pics taken with my parents before the ceremony but suddenly Ian was there, we were all ready and there was a spare moment or two. My Mom was quickly bustled into the shot and we got these beautiful pics. What a bonus.
I couldn't believe it was that time already when my Dad arrived. We're a big family of weepers and we were both worried that we were going to set each other off into sobs when we walked down the aisle. Meeting him beforehand was the best idea ever.
You can't see it in the pictures, but we had a quick little cry just when we saw each other, then we hugged and said that's enough now. I just love this series of images! The expression on Ankia's face is classic, grrr.
I'd gone shopping with my brother and my Dad a month before the wedding. My Dad wouldn't believe us that he didn't have to wear a tie or jacket. I guess he's old school like that. He had his tie and jacket in the car, but it was such a warm day by now, I convinced him to stay cool and casual as he was.
My parents were divorced when I was fourteen, so having a picture with both of them in it is very rare. The last ones I had were taken exactly ten years before these, at my 21st birthday party.
When we recieved our photographs from Ian, all of these with my Mom and my Dad were the first ones I fell in love with. We look like us, not stiff or posed or unnatural and I feel so close to them when I think of how unconditionally they supported me all through life, but especially and surpringly when I made this hasty choice to marry my Beautiful Boy, whom they'd never even met. I guess they trusted in the way they'd raised me and in the person I'd become. I am so blessed.