Y and I were up 7.30 yesterday morning to attend the wedding of one of my childhood friends. I’d probably only seen Jo twice since I was 16 – my wedding ceremony, and my wedding dinner. But we’d kept in touch via MSN and that most glorious of creations, Facebook. Now it was her turn to get married.
The wedding ceremony was held in the Botanical Gardens of Putrajaya, where the rain clouds moved on in time for the grass to be not too muddy and the photographs to turn out great. The only way to have a garden wedding in Malaysia, really, is to have it at 9am, which Jo did. So it’s not too hot. And/or keep it short and very sweet.
I had to admit, even as the sun rose higher in the sky and heat-sensitive Y threatened to melt into a pool of slush, it was really lovely. There was even a lake. And of course, the bride.
Jo has always been gorgeous, but as a bride, she was stunning. I’d never met her husband, Shaun, before, but Jo started crying almost as soon as she saw Shaun standing at the altar. He sang through tears while she walked down the aisle. I have a thing for grooms who cry when they see their bride walking towards them – I know it’s not necessarily accurate but I always think it must be true love when that happens. Not that it isn’t when they don’t.
There used to be three of us. We were the same age and we would hang out and tell each other our secret crushes. We went through the UPSR and PMR exams together and never got competitive over our results. Now two out of three of us are married. And each time one of us tied the knot, the other two were there. I think there’s something really beautiful in that.
