I feel kind of bad about making all these references to Chrispy and Anna’s wedding and then not posting anything about it, but I needed a couple days to digest it before trying to put together a cohesive post.
Having now had a little mental space, and time to sort through my (sadly not very many) photographs, I give you: Chrispy och Annas Bröllup!
The morning (for me, anyway) started with an early train ride to Lund, where we met with the other groomsmen, and checked (suprisingly early) into the hotel in which the reception would take place. After helping out in an ironing emergency, I skipped out, leaving the groomsmen with the photographer, to meet up with them at the church.
After a little loitering, most of the guests showed up. The wedding was intimate, with a handful of friends and close family. It’s the first wedding I’ve been invited to (although I admit that it’s not like I’ve been to all that many weddings… yet?) where I actually got to meet every single guest, and learn how they knew one or other of the couple.
Among the happy well-wishers, were Christina and David, our amazing hosts for our stay in Malmö.
I haven’t posted a picture here, but the church for the ceremony had a beautiful organ, with the traditional vertical pipes as well as some pipes which were aimed, trumpet-like, outward towards the congregation. To the strains of Ave Maria, the parents of the bride and groom came into the church.
During the later, mellowing-out part of Anna’s stagette, Jacob, the side-kick of the maid of honour Anja, had tried (much as my own matron of honour had) to convince Anna to do a dance entrance into the church, like the famed youtube couple. Anna, however, declined on this, and she and Chrispy walked in to a more traditional tune.
Isn’t Anna radiant? The front few pews were decorated, as was the altar. There were also rose petals scattered around where the couple would stand which I thought was a really nice touch.
The service was in both Swedish and English (I was so impressed by every single person in Anna’s family; every one of them spoke perfect English — it made me feel bad that The Boy and I had put very little research or effort at all before coming) and was a really nice balance. There were readings by parents, singing by sisters, some gospel, some sage words from Father Tomas, no mass, and lots of sniffling, especially when it came to their vows. They both made their promises to each other in English, but their vows in Swedish. Everyone on Anna’s side that I talked to later that evening found that super-moving, which it was. I, personally, am always most moved by the voices and faces of the folk getting married.
I do have some pictures of the wedding party, but no big group shots, sadly. Instead, you’ll have to settle for this shot of the brand new Mr. and Mrs. Chrispy and Anna.
After that, they vanished for a little while with the wedding party for formal pictures, so Christina, David and I headed over to a patio and had a coffee. (Sidenote: that’s right, I had a coffee. Specifically I had a latte, because it sounded the most like something I would drink. After stuffing some sugar in it, I was mostly right. I’ve accepted it: I’m just not a coffee drinker.)
Anyway, after a pleasant sunshiney chat at the café, the bridesmaids reappeared, and the maid of honour informed us we were to congregate on the balcony above the main entrance and lurk, to greet the new couple whenever they appeared in their limo.
Since we were all on the balcony, we don’t really have pictures of that, but it’ll probably be a pretty good one from the photographer. Other things I didn’t take pictures of? All the speeches, and the awesome guestbook/scrapbook of Anna’s girl night, the tasty dinner, and all the hugging and introductions before everyone sat down, as well as the post-dinner singing. Or the shoe game — that’s right! They played the shoe game! I didn’t even photograph The Boy during his speech. (Sorry Boy!)
What I did manage to get a picture of, although I’m not sure how clearly it came out, is the couple cutting into their cake with a sword. I’m actually a little jealous about that. The cakes? Were delicious.
Shortly after all the amazing food, the couple impressed all of us with their l33t moves on the dancefloor.
I will freely admit at this point that immediately after their dance, and then their respective dances with parents, I dropped off my camera in our room. What can I say? As much as I like having pictures of occasions, and would like to improve as a photographer (read: learn to take low-light indoor shots that aren’t sodium yellow) I am much more likely to be the person spinning around on the dancefloor than I am to be the person taking a picture of the person spinning around on the dancefloor. It takes all kinds.
Aaaanyway, the night whiled on, and fun was had by all. We got everyone Swedish to dance (or jump and kick) with us in a big circle to Home For a Rest, and they had us dance to ABBA. The bouquet was tossed (…but not caught), and ringing laughter pealed out the windows we had to open because the room got so hot from the dancing.
The hall was fantastic, by the way — places to sit for people who wanted to chat, a balcony for fresh air or smoking, and a dancefloor with good tunes. Everyone was smiling, and I am most proud of myself for getting not only Chrispy’s brother on the dancefloor, but also his sister, who proved to be much more of a challenge in that department.
At some point, the party wound down and we all made our way to our rooms (again, lesson learned in New Brunswick: having a room in the hotel of the reception? Awesome) and turned in for the night.
I am so, so happy and thankful we were invited to this wedding — it was amazing, and beautiful, and so brimming over with warmth and happiness from all the family and friends who clearly cared very much about the newlywed couple. Although the eve of the wedding had been rainy and grey, their wedding day dawned bright and sunny and clear — and the whole day just kept getting better.
Chrispy and Anna, I wish you more happy years to come than you can count, and lots and lots of early wrinkles from laughing with each other over your adventures together. Thank you again for inviting us — and (again) congratulations!