As I sit here….determined to write about the wedding of Marlo and Darcy for an audience that is currently invisible to me….I’m struggling to find the best words to describe the infectious energy of the day. It was a quiet energy, but full and rich, and very present. I want you to catch a feel of it…..even if just a tingle….
It was like this: Darcy (the groom) had been in British Columbia for months and months prior to the wedding. He was gone for 4 months, then home for Christmas for a couple weeks, and then he had to leave again for 6 months, arriving back home right before the wedding. He video conferenced his bride-to-be and their daughter daily, but still, there was the vast width of Canada between them most of the year leading up to the wedding. Meanwhile, in Nova Scotia, Marlo (the bride) was DIYing her heart out. She (with help from her family) made colourful, hand-painted, wood-carved buoys, wooden and painted anchors that were finely decorated, keep-sake oars, signs, and other pieces that fit the nautical theme she was creating. Her father made a podium with a ship’s wheel fastened firmly on it. This labour of love was, I’m sure, months and months of evenings and weekends, creating a wedding atmosphere that was perfect.
Part of the energy of the day was fed by the coming together of these elements…of Darcy, the returning groom, of the wedding pieces that Marlo and family had created, and by the energy that ignites when loving families all get together in one space. Part of the energy was also fuelled by the weather. On the morning of the wedding, the rain came pouring down. Driving to their wedding site from Halifax, the rain was pelting against our car so hard we couldn’t hear the radio. It was such a big rain that our car felt small and claustrophobic. We thought that this wedding was going to be our most challenging endeavour as photographers. Yet by the time we arrived, the weather was merely sulking. When Marlo and Darcy were ready to see each other for the first time that day, it was blue skies, white puffs of cloud, and a big, bright sun.
Kaia, their daughter, was sewn seamlessly into the entire day and was never far from her parents, whose love for her was so obvious. I still can’t believe how well she fulfilled her duties as flower-girl….
If you get the sense that this was a romantic day, a day filled with anticipation, a day of wholesome family fun, you’d be right.