Wow, yesterday was a massive day! Mostly for a very good friend of mine who got married, but it was also a big occasion for me as I got my first chance of being Best Man. Being Best Man is something that I never thought I’d get the chance to do, you never want to assume that you’ll automatically get it just because you’ve been friends with someone for 15 1/2 years, but when I heard “I was hoping you’d make a speech”, I knew just how much my friendship meant. It was a true honour being able to share on their special day, and I look forward to offering my good friend the same opportunity if the occasion ever arises. That’s for the future to decide however.
The day started with what I assume is usual for a wedding day, stress. I just tried to chill out despite the hectic schedule between 1pm and 4pm. An hour drive to the brides house to drop the bridesmaid off, then an hour drive back (we did manage to shave some time off). Followed by getting changed, then a forty minute drive to the Registry Office. 4pm was a deadline we thankfully made with a couple minutes to spare.
Having been to few weddings I found myself feeling very, unexpected. Whilst I knew I had to look after the rings (something that everyone seemed to make a point of asking about, would I really loose something that important?) I didn’t expect to be standing up the front, placing them on a miniature pillow and then handing them to the bride and groom, but there’s not a chance I’m backing down from this!!
After putting my scrawl down as a witness, it’s photo time! Cambridge brought the Sun out for us with a lovely location for photos. There was also a questionable “monument”. I say “monument” because all it was was a mound of Earth. I can’t remember the last time a hill counted as a monument.
A quick drive to St. Ives and it’s Reception time. But first off more photos by the river. After many rumbling stomachs (mine and the bridesmaid included, a matter we discussed at length) it was finally time to fill them, however with us being a little ahead they decided to do speeches first. This was the part I had both been looking forward to and dreading at the same time. Whilst I don’t mind public speaking and doing presentations, usually it involves well rehearsed and sourced material. Not something written and not rehearsed from the night before. Never the less I decided I’d just have to take a leaf out of my fathers book whenever he’s giving a sermon: write your sermon, leave it close by and just wing it without looking at it. So I wrote my speech, left it in the car, and went on. I managed to combine some humour and sincerity and from everyone’s reaction, it went down rather well. I had people afterwards congratulating me on a lovely speech, so I’m going to take that as a positive! Thanks Dad for teaching me how to properly deliver a speech!
The night from now on was your standard wedding affair, minus us forgetting the music, but it was a lovely day with two beautiful settings. I couldn’t be happier for the happy couple and couldn’t be more proud of the achievements that my good friend has made so far with so much more to live for.
Plenty of our peers have said “we’re too young to marry at the age of 23”. But if yesterday taught me anything, it’s that there’s much respect to be found in choosing a direction you want to take your life in and finding that person you want to do it with. Everyone reaches that point at different times, but that doesn’t mean there should be an “appropriate” age for it. If you’ve found that person who makes you happier than you’ve ever been and you’re a “marriage” person, then why shouldn’t you go for it?


