The wedding took place in Sydney on a Sunday, and because my gospel choir’s concert was the night before in Canberra, Mum, Dad and I woke up bright and early Sunday morning to make the drive to Sydney.
Because we are very conscientious people, we Stopped, Revived, Survived mid-morning. Mum and I shared a gingerbread friand topped with lemon icing (my friands are better, swish), my dad ate a brownie, and I squealed “PONY!” in response to the myriad horse paintings surrounding us.
After arriving in Sydney, we grabbed a quick lunch then started getting ready. Dad clearly became bored waiting for the females to finish primping, for I later discovered he’d taken sneaky paparazzi photos of us.
The wedding was gorgeous, and it made my heart sing to see Liz and Alex shining with joy. As I think back on my many shared memories with Liz, from toasting marshmallows at bonfire nights and playing board games while our parents talked at the dinner table to secret whispers at sleepovers and getting through tough times with tears and hugs, I am so thrilled, so thrilled, to know that she and Alex have found such love and happiness together.
Also, Liz? You were, and are, stunning. How could Alex not fall for that smile?
My parents and I ducked off between the ceremony and reception to visit my great aunt, but not before I enjoyed a square of rose-petal pistachio nougat. When is rose-petal pistachio nougat not a good thing? Exactly.
Liz and Alex’s reception was lovely, filled with delicious food, lively conversation, and music from our teenage years. I even got to ponder the essential nature of wedding cake icing. Is it frosting? Is it fondant? Is it pure sugar? Why is it chewy, hard, and soft all at the same time? What exactly is its flavour? If I eat a second slice of cake, will my shoes not feel so high the next time I get up to dance?
I never knew weddings could be such a learning experience.
On the way back to Canberra the following day, my parents and I stopped for lunch at the Magpie Cafe in Berrima. I had a fabulous Caesar salad; the eggs were poached rather than hard-boiled, and the standard croutons had been upgraded to two crunchy toasted batons of herb and garlic infused baguette.
Congratulations, Liz and Alex, for your wonderful wedding and the love-infused life I know you’ll have together. It was an honour to celebrate you in your happiness, and I can’t wait to cheer on your next adventures. Particularly if such adventures give us all more excuses to eat cake, laugh, and dance.
Question Time: What’s your favourite part of a wedding?