With our anniversary last weekend, we got the photo albums out again. Kaya saw our wedding pictures for the first time, which was funny (he didn’t quite understand the concept of things happening before he was born, and kept inquiring where he was).
It’s a pile of albums (that up there is not even all of them), because we had three weddings. With our family so spread out and not all able to travel to England, it seemed like the obvious thing to have one celebration in each country.
We got married at the local registry office here. We were living in Camphill at the time, and they threw us an amazing party.
Words can’t describe it. There were wonderful decorations in the community hall, delicious food, lots of friends and some of our family, and an incredible entertainment programme; everyone had worked so hard to make it an unforgettable day – all we did was get married.
In the summer following this, we packed up a car and drove to Germany. I picked up my white wedding dress (that was chosen earlier in the year; from the same shop where my mum got hers at the time). We had found a church with a lovely and open-minded pastor who agreed to do some of the ceremony in English.
So this was with my extended family, and one of my husband’s uncles who lives in Germany. My wonderful friend and witness travelled this part of the journey with us too. I got my church wedding, and afterwards we had food and dance near my ‘old’ home.
Afterwards, we packed the wedding dress in the car and drove to Turkey. This was the second time we’d made this journey by car, and I really hope we will be able to do it again some day.
In Turkey, we had a traditional wedding celebration (minus the actual ‘getting married’ part), with a henna party before the wedding, music and dancing in the streets, fireworks, too many relatives for even my husband to know, and dancing, dancing, dancing.
It was an intense and wonderful summer, and I am so glad we have these photos to remember those special days.