Today’s feature isn’t a wedding, but I think when you see these photos you’ll understand why I’ve made an exception to share them! Jade and Matthew’s 10th anniversary party was held at a friend’s house. It was a completely DIY event. The couple are wedding photographers, so they even shot it themselves!
“When we decided to celebrate our 10th anniversary we knew we had to include some of our favourite things!” said Jade. “When we got married 10 years ago things were a little different, so we wanted to put our own little spin on our anniversary.”
“We decided to celebrate with a small group of friends with a backyard BBQ feel – no stuffiness, just good times. We wanted our friends to eat, drink, and be merry!! There were a lot of laughs. Matthew made sure of that with this two signature cocktails – a homemade strawberry infused gin fizz and smoked pineapple mezcal cocktail. They were delicious!!”
To my computer game playing, gym going, kitty obsessing, sleepy head husband:
You are my rock, my biggest supporter and all of my happiest moments. I’m so proud to call you my husband.
When I try to think about what to write to you on our eight year wedding anniversary, I’m not ashamed to admit I’m a bit stumped. How can you adequately put into words a love that completely engulfs you, that makes you a better person, and that truly makes life worth living?
12th April 2008 feels like eight lifetimes ago, not just eight years. So much has changed, yet nothing has. On the outside our lives could not be more different, but inside everything is completely the same. I’m still insanely in love with you. I still get excited to see you every morning. I still want to cover you with kisses every night. You still drive me nuts with all of your ways. I still can’t load the dishwasher properly.
You say that you first spotted me walking down the stairs at the dive bar we both used to frequent. I was just 16, you were 21. You assure me you can remember exactly what I was wearing – a sheer pink top with a denim pencil skirt, and freshly dyed pink tips at the bottom of my hair. “That’s the girl I’m going to marry” you turned to your friend and said. “Yeah right”, I replied when you told me this story, years later. But that is just so typically Gareth – you’re just always right about everything.
I thought you were fit but also ‘too nice’. I was still in my “I want a bad boy” stage – the cannabis smoking, skateboarding, treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen type. You were nothing like the other boys I knew.
It took me a while to give you a chance. “Hey, wanna go out for a drink?” came the text on my 18th birthday. I didn’t even remember giving you my number, but you’d saved it all that time. “What do you have to lose?” my friend reassured me, “He was cute and sweet. Go for it!”
We went to play pool. I’m pretty sure you let me win. I remember one of our very first conversations was me asking you if you liked football. You said you hated it and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.