Katie and Paul were a lot of fun to work with – as I think you might guess just by looking at them.
In the course of the year between our first meeting and their wedding, they sent lots of interesting emails. One said “Sorry we didn’t get back to you, but we were in Norway, looking after a little farm.” Another said “We saw you on The Big Question this morning!” and my favourite when they said, “We did our homework the other day. It was a lovely thing to do, and we both really enjoyed it.”
Mind you, a few weeks later, that was followed by “We have had a bit of writers block about the entire ceremony, and haven’t managed to find many quotes/poems that we really like yet, not for lack of looking. A lot of them feel either too cheesy or too jokey… or perhaps we’re too picky!”
Of course they got over it, and their ceremony was every bit as individual as they are.
I remember we had a great rehearsal, in the tiny flat next door to The Caves, where I think I met about 14 members of the wedding party, including the mums and dads, the bridesmaids Ashleigh and Nicola, the best men James and Gavin, Katie’s brother Bruce and Paul’s brothers Stuart and Aly who played Katie up the aisle on his guitar.
I particularly liked the opening two sentences of their story. In 2003, when Paul and Katie’s respective best friends who had met online wanted to meet in real life, they came along to ensure their friends weren’t about to be murdered. Thankfully they were not, and very soon after, Paul and Katie fell in love.