Every bride knows that we dream about this day from a very young age. We dream about walking down the aisle with all eyes on us, perfect photo's, joy, happiness and complete bliss all around. For this to happen a few things need to fall into place:
Number 1: Find your prince. Luckily enough I did. I found my knight in shining armour who makes me feel like a princess everyday. I am so completely in love with him and I couldn’t be luckier to have this incredible man in my life.
Number 2: Find the perfect venue. Again, the second venue we looked at, we hit the nail on the head. In the small town of Chrissiesmeer Mpumalanga, this little Gem run by Tannie Ane and Oom Nico, rates as one of the most visually fascinating and photographically striking venues on the African continent. Florence Farm.
Number 3: The Dress. This wasn’t that easy and I really took my time finding exactly what I wanted. After 4 long months, Olivelli in Northcliff came to the rescue and I found the perfect garment.
Now that we had the 3 Major blocks ticked and with help from our family and lots of saving, our big day was on the way. My Fiance and I made short work of sorting out the other nitty gritty stuff. We sourced our Macaroon Cake from a close friend, Wanda Coleman.Raytrice Disco sorted our music, AnnieB Make Up Studios making us look beautiful, Conway Photography capturing our moments and our ever helpful wedding coordinators, Styled by Lee Designs made short work of the rest.
The months moved swiftly, and excitement grew with every second that passed. Our day was coming and it looked like it was going to be perfect. The weekend of the 3rd of December couldn’t come quicker.
Then Disaster struck.
My Fiancé went down to Ballito on the 19th of November for the weekend. On the morning of the 20th, I got a call saying that my prince had an accident. He was running on the beach, hit a patch of soft sand and snapped his leg. He snapped his ACL, PCL, Ligaments, Cartilidge, Minniscus, Hamstrings and damaged most of the nerves in his leg.
He spent the upcoming days in Alberlito Hospital and then got flown up to Johannesburg for further inspection. Upon seeing the surgeon he said that he would need to operate after the swelling went down and this would mean he could only operate on the 29th November, 4 days before our special day.
Needless to say, things started to fall apart. The same week as the operation my dear Uncle passed away, a Tornado just missed our venue and my prince was in hospital in severe pain. Through all of this all I hoped was that my future husband would walk again and that my family would make it through their loss okay. Even though the perfect storm was circling around us, we never lost hope. Helped kicked in from everywhere and prayers were answered, for that I couldn't be grateful enough.
On the 2nd of December my Fiance got discharged from hospital and got loaded straight into a SUV and headed to the venue. With a brace, wheelchair and painkillers in supply we faced our wedding straight on, not allowing anything to take away from our day.
It all worked out to be the most emotionally charged wedding weekend ever imagined. There were so many smiles and so many tears because everybody went through this ordeal with us. Through all the trials and tribulations thrown against us, our wedding was perfect. The love that surrounded the day was unforgettable and everything was as it was meant to be. My husband and I couldn’t have our first dance, and he couldn’t walk out the Chapel with me but none of that mattered because that’s not what it's about. We found out what really matters, our love for each other and true friends and family, and nothing could ever take that away from us.
We thank the Lord for our blessings every day.