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… but I’m not. Initially this was because a friend of ours had his mother die this morning. Just before I came online to check my email, from what I understand. I then spent a few hours talking to him. Or rather listening, while he talked. And offered him an invitation to come down here as he mentioned not wanting to be alone today. Then it became, well… I’m here now aren’t I? I may as well blog about the wedding.

I think if I done the honeymoon with this entry it would be so stupidly long, I could be here all day working on it. So for now. Just the basics, a few photos, that kind of thing.

So without further procrastination I give you…

Cass and Sam’s Wedding
26th of April, 2008
Koombana Bay Sailing Club, Bunbury

The day began overcast, a picture perfect day for a wedding. As pronounced by all present. The weather held, the sun poked through the clouds intermittently, the birds sang in the trees… you get the general idea. Upon arising at some ungodly hour or another, our wedding day began with a shower, hurried goodbyes before rushing off to partake in breakfast with my bridesmaids, mother and sister. And Shania, we can’t forget her.

Breakfast was a pleasant enough start to the day, a little on the chilly side whenever the sun hid behind clouds but that wasn’t something to really cause concern until later in the day. Despite my expectations of what a wedding day should be, it began with little pomp or ceremony and was for the most part a quiet, pleasant affair. Something that I preferred, however. I do not think my bridesmaids were so happy with the lack of excitement. Nor the lack of bubbly! So to them, I extend apologies for possibly failing to live up to expectation. But also, my thanks - without you girls, the whole day would have been far more stressful for me. I loved the casual, relaxed feel that permeated throughout the day. That none of you complained was great.

From breakfast… a rather disappointing fare in that my eggs were half raw!… we split into three separate groups. Margs and I were left in town to do a little shopping. I had forgotten to bring my toothbrush/toothpaste and she wanted to buy some new perfume. This was a number of hours before we were even due at the hairdressers. With not much else to do, we set off to wander around town. And on a whim, went into the hairdressers “just to poke out heads in, and say hi”. We ended up being ushered in, and well before we were due, Tia started on our makeup.

Bec and Soph arrived on time, by which stage Margs and I were being put into rollers. I couldn’t bare to look in the mirror this entire time. I had makeup on, but the person looking back at me from the mirror was so foreign, it freaked me out a little. For those who don’t know, I NEVER, EVER wear makeup. It felt weird. And I sat there for the most part in fear of what Sam would say. He’s told me on a number of occasions he likes the fact that I don’t wear makeup. And prefers me that way (Ange and Sarah tried to put makeup on me once… he said it was “nice” but liked me better without it). I was worried he wouldn’t like what he saw at the wedding… and had a number of moments of panic where all I could think was “Get this makeup off me! Let me go as myself!” But in the end, I don’t think the end product was all that bad.

And my girls looked HOT. The hair, the makeup… they were all absolute stunners. I loved it so much I didn’t care that they looked better than me. Afterwards, we headed back to Mum and Dad’s place, where we’d finish getting ready before the photography took place at the Old Picton Church. As Sam and I were being married just after sunset, the official photos were being done before the actual wedding. We’d already broken so many ‘rules’ that one more didn’t really matter. Here’s some photos of the girls getting ready…

My Ringbearer. My youngest sister, Sophie.

Margaret, my bridesmaid. A good friend of mine, and a very good friend of Sam’s.

And last, but in no way at ALL least, Rebbeca… my Maid of Honour at the wedding. Also my younger sister… but the elder of the three.

You have to admit, they all look pretty special. ^_^

And, for those who have been waiting patiently…

One of me getting ready. Margs was adjusting my dress, I kept having wardrobe malfunctions all night. I didn’t care so much about the back, so if it kept malfunctioning I don’t know. But the front gave me grief all day until the final solution was discovered AFTER the ceremony!

And now…

Smile! You’re on candid camera!

Here’s a few more photos taken at my parent’s place…

With my Nanna The red, for those who keep asking, was not the coincidence that some have been calling it. Nanna LOVES red clothes, but always gets hassled by people for wearing them. So she doesn’t much anymore. When I spoke to her on the phone I said, laughingly, “I’ll be in red Nanna so you can wear it too! Then we’ll match!” She took what I said to heart, as you can see

With my proud Dad. He promised not to cry on the day, but there were so many times when the tears threatened to fall. This was one of many times.

Its stressful business, marrying your daughter off. “Will he say yes, or won’t he?”

My girls altogether, looking very prettiful if I do say so myself.

And me, with my girls. That grass was a horrible sign of what was to come with those heels. Mine were shorter than theirs were, so I can only imagine how hard it was walking when we finally got to the church.

Mum: “What did you say?”

Three generations. The Jeans. Mother, Daughter, Nanna.

And one with Shania, cos she begged me to let her have one with me.

The very first photo of Sammeh and I. If you discount the one where I’m struggling to put his buttonhole on for him. hehehe.

Sam and I with his boys. The all look pretty sharp, and I’m loving the silk shirts Anton had made.

And Sam and I with the girls. A Thorn amongst Roses.

All in together

This shot of Sam with his Best Man, Anton, was taken just before Anton pulled him in for a kiss. Got video evidence of it, too.

Definitely a better shot of them both.

Sam and Anton with Sam’s other groomsman (and younger brother) Harry.

Bec and I together in front of the church where our parents got married.

And another shot with me and my girls.

Sam and I, with my new in-laws John and Robyn. I couldn’t have asked for better people. They really are wonderful.

And my new family comes complete with a baby brother. Awww, isn’t Harry the cutest?

Sam and his family.

Sam and I with my parents and his parents.

Sam and I with his new in-laws. Look at Dad and Sam pulling their tummies in, hehehe.

Sam’s new family is so much larger than mine!

He’s also managed to inherit new grandparents. Sam and I make the new generation a complete set.

My sisters and I, the other photo had all of us smiling and looking happy… but it turned out too blurry.

“C’mere and gimme a kiss!”

As brothers, these two are really close. I think its beautiful.

Sam and I with Nanna and Pop. I’m so pleased the photos with Pop turned out so well. Sue was brilliant with him.

They’re all so photogenic… and then there’s me.

Sam and I, sitting in the tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G…

I absolutely adore this shot. Can’t really explain why.

… I love you so much, Sam.

More than words could ever say (maaaan, I need to lose weight).

You make me happier with each passing day.

Feel the love.

And then back up to the church for a couple of private photos.

Mum and Dad were married here.

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And that’s going to have to do for now. I -could- continue, but I’d be here too long it seems. Photos of the actual wedding coming soon.