Monday, June 2, 2014
Weddings are fun. Weddings in Hawaii are more fun. Part 2
It was one of those mornings where you stare at the sky and hold your breath for the beauty of it. I wasn't sure if I wanted the gradient clouds to open their curtains and pour down their rain from the sky, or if I wanted them to stay. right. there, looking like that, breathtaking and beautiful, all day long. Brian and I awoke early (I love it when the time change works in your favor that way) and drove over to the temple to try to get a good picture of it for Heidi and Adam. In walking the grounds, we found an old cemetery. Even though I believe that the spirits of those people buried in that hill are not really residing in that hill, I still can't help but feel happy for them that their bodies have such a nice and happy place to rest.
After tromping around and admiring the weather-worn headstones, we drove back to the house to help the bride get ready for her big day.
It was interesting how watching Heidi get ready for her wedding stirred up so many memories of my own. One of my cleanest memories is of applying my own mascara on my wedding day. Which is a strange thing to remember because of the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of times before and since that I have done that exact same thing. You would think that Getting Into My Wedding Dress would be a little more of a standout memory because, you know, that's kind of unique thing. But, nope. In a way, it does make sense, though. Eyes are our windows to the soul, right? So being close to a mirror, staring into my own eyes on my wedding day stood out as a very special thing. My soul was happy - I knew that because I could feel it - and during those few seconds of applying mascara, I was able to actually see it, too.
Anyway, originally, Heidi had asked me to take the wedding pictures as well as the engagement photos, but I was relieved to find out that her co-workers chipped in and bought her one hour with a professional right after the ceremony. Engagement photos are one thing because it's possible to do a re-shoot if they don't turn out right. Wedding pictures, however... you have one chance... I was happy to stay in the shadows and take behind-the-scenes pictures. It left me free to explore the details and not stress about getting that One Shot that will be framed in their home.
Details like how sweet it was to watch him play with the buttons on the back of her dress...
And hold her shoes through the sand...
We spent about 30 minutes around the temple grounds.
And then another 30 minutes down on the beach.
You know how sometimes in a quiet moment, like just as you're falling asleep or waking up, you realize that one of your recent memories is swelling inside you and taking up more space in your heart and mind than it should? Following Heidi and Adam around that afternoon, watching them interact with each other and the photographer is one of those memories for me. It took me a couple of days to figure out why it touched me so much, but I think it's for two reasons. 1) It was inspiring for me to see a professional photographer at work, and 2) I realized that afternoon just how much I love Heidi. And Adam, too. And how happy I am to see them so happy together. I think I won't forget the way I felt that day.
After pictures, we went to the wedding luncheon. And then, in a flash, Heidi and Adam waved goodbye and left the rest of us to enjoy our last day and a half on the island without them.
We wasted no time and (after changing out of our Attend The Wedding clothes) drove straight to the Polynesian Cultural Center where we sat at the Island Buffet and talked and laughed and ate together. I really lucked-out with my in-laws. Over the years they've each woven their way into my heart and I love them.
We went straight from the buffet to a show that included big men throwing fire. Photography was not allowed, so you'll have to take my word for it.
That night we all slept well. Day 2 of our trip was finished... Heidi and Adam were married... and we had one day left to enjoy the island before returning home to kiss our kids.