sub heading Viva Las Vegas
sub sub heading It Had to be You
Sub sub sub heading Happy Anniversary 🙂
It is currently 8.30am on 9/9/2005.
At 8.30am on 9/9/99 (Las Vegas time) we got married 🙂
Here is us at about 7am on that morning:

Here is us shortly after 9am on that morning:

I blogged about our wedding last year so won’t witter too much about the whole thing again but just wanted to mention what I loved about our wedding day and what I love about being married. Because, after all I am the Lynda McCartney of the blogring and just this one day a year schmaltz and sentiment is allowed! 🙂
Wedding Day –
* it was totally about us. We paid for it, we decided what to wear, what to say in the service, what we wanted in terms of the package and everything else about the day.
*My mum and dad and brother were able to come with us.
*Being in Las Vegas – a desert – in the summer we were effectively guaranteed lovely weather!
*The chapel we married in – The Little Chapel of the Flowers was lovely. In fairness you are on a conveyor belt when you get married at Vegas, but we certainly never felt like that. We had inadvertantly chosen the busiest day of the year for weddings in Vegas (due to the date) hence getting married at 8.30am but we still felt unhurried, special and important to the people involved. The minister bloke was fab – a complete ‘American’ who was all about true love and friendship and on watching back our wedding video he did a fab job of personalising our service and adding some very romantic wording.
* It was a very ‘Nic and Ady’ type day. There was a lot of humour in the actual service, which makes me laugh every time I watch the video – I remember two things about it more than anything else – one was that I was getting over a cold and had a very persistant cough which I didn’t want to do all through the service so I kept swallowing, until just after he pronounced us man and wife, when it echoes all around the chapel! Second was when he told Ady how fortunate as he was as ‘in just a few minutes, Adrian, you are going to be related to all four of the people in this room’ (as in wife, mother and father and brother in law) and I laughed and said ‘You poor man!’.
I had a scarf round my shoulders which fell off as I turned to face Ady for exchanging rings but is effortlessly caught by me and handed back to my Dad who is watching every part of the service with a faraway, sentimental expression, more so when we exchange rings as my wedding ring was his mother’s wedding ring and he was thinking about how many years ago the service was when that ring was exhanged for the first time for two people to become man and wife.
* I loved my dress – which Ros-style I might go and put on later and twirl about the house in for a while 🙂
* I loved the rest of the day aside from the wedding as we did loads of really cool, once in a lifetime stuff – after getting married we had a limo back to the hotel (Hilton, naturally!) – where everyone stopped us as we ran through the foyer dressed in wedding clothes, carrying a boquet and covered in confetti to wish us ‘Congratulations’, where we changed out of our wedding finery and headed to the airport in the limo where we were sat in a waiting lounge (very posh) with name tags for half an hour. We sat there totally hyped up and excited, twisting our new wedding rings on our fingers, saying to each other every few minutes ‘I can’t believe we’re married’ and calling each other Mr or Mrs Goddard at every given opportunity :-). Then we joined four other people in a helicopter to the Grand Canyon. They were a couple who had also gotten married that week – an old Texas cowboy type who was very ‘JR’ and wore a big cowboy hat and his very young, very pretty, oriental wife (who we speculated he had purchased from a catalogue!) twisting a massive rock of a diamond engagement ring, and a couple of blokes who we figured were gay from, of all places, Southampton (about 50 miles down the road) who also worked for B&Q!! We landed in the bottom of the canyon, had a champagne lunch, were toasted by all the other guests (there were at least five more helicopters worth of passengers there too), then flew back over the Hoover Dam and the Vegas Strip with commentary. A limo dropped us back at the strip and we wandered about the grandest hotels in the world still whispering to each other that we had just gotten married!
We had pictures taken of us stroking a baby lion cub at the MGM Grand, we went to the top of the Eifel Tower at the Paris hotel and watched the fountains display to music infront of the Belaggio hotel. It was a magical, wonderful day.
What I love about being married to Ady:
I wanted to get married for several reasons – some shallow and some deep and meaningful 🙂
The shallow ones were: I wanted to have a better way to refer to him – I hate ‘partner’ as it always infers either a business relationship or possible same sex coupling, I dislike ‘other half’ as he’s not, boyfriend smacks of teenage stuff and ‘bloke’ is a bit impersonal (I have recently witnessed someone refering to their spouse as ‘my hunter’ which I found very disturbing!); I also know you can get a far better selection of greetings cards for Christmas, Birthday and Valentines Day for ‘Husband’ than for ‘One I love’ 🙂
My deep reasons were:
we were on the verge of thinking about starting a family and I wanted us to all have the same name, I loved the idea of having a day and an occassion to celebrate being together and loving each other, although I hold no religious beliefs so don’t feel ‘joined in the eyes of God’ or anything like that I do believe in marriage and knew I was with the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with so wanted to ‘make it official’ and ‘show the world’.
I love, specfically being married to Ady because he is my best friend, he makes me laugh and be happy and thankful we have found each other every day, he is a kind and caring partner, he treats me like a princess and makes me feel like I deserve it, he is a fantastic father, he supports and cheers me on with my hopes and dreams, we share the same visions for the future, we are a great team, I have grown up with him, he knows and understands me and all my quirks in the same way as I do him, there is no one in the world I would rather spend time with and of course the LI is bloody fantastic 😉
So there you go, Happy Anniversary to me and Ady 🙂
A dessert?
Same name – surely that should be in the shallow rather deep end?
But well done and all that….I think it is our ten-year anniversary of first LI this month.
Ah, lovely post, brought a tear to my eye 🙂
nah – same name is important to me personally so it does belong in the deep end for me.
Aww – feeling all warm and glowy here.
Oh, and I agree with the name thing. For me, a name is part of your identity (I guess that’s why many women choose to keep their own on marriage). But I see my first name as *my* identity (which doesn’t change and the surname as my *family* identity. On marriage, we created an additional, new and mutual, identity for ourselves, and the name is just an outward sign of that. Could have been any name, but I was happy to go with tradition as had no reason not to. The fact that it was the same was the important bit.
I can understand your thoughts Barbara *until* you didn’t create a new name for the new family. That would have been the logical conclusion. As it is it looks like *you* are becoming part of *his* family. To me it makes it appear that a man’s name is more important that a woman’s.
I can vaguely understand why people want to share an identity through name, just not why it is the man’s name. That said, I would still be exactly the same person I am if my name was Chris Tooth, so kind of think names are merely tags.
Happy anniversary. 🙂 I’m not even going to get into the name thing 🙂
Not going to try to work out the best place to put this!
Just wanted to say that Elijah got a Letterland workbook – for some reason he really likes Letterland? – called ‘Building Words’ iirc, and it’s very 100EL in theory (building up the c-a-t sounds), but without all the boring offputting repetition in practice. Looks like a comic really. I know you said that Davies didn’t like 100EL and so you thought the whole phonics approach might not work for him, but maybe just a slightly more ‘fun’ method might appeal.
Of course, ignore if that sounds crap, just thought I’d mention it 🙂
Well, yes, and it did cross my mind. But I’m so unispirational with things like that. In a sense, you guys have done this, because by default your family, collectively, is thought of as ‘the portico’ – that’s your family identity, even if it’s not what’s written on your passports. I guess double barrel would be the other obvious solution, but Yates-Raine just sounds silly, and then what would our kids do if/when they in turn get wed. The way I saw it was that we had two perfectly good names to pick from and to be honest, the reason we used his rather than mine really does just boil down to not feeling strongly enough about it *not* being his name to upset people I love by rejecting it (as that is how they would see it). We weren’t about to use mine just to prove a point. The important part is the sameness, not whose it was originally. And yes, I suppose I am quite a traditional type of girl at heart too. I’ll concede that.
Davies’ name would have been pretty silly if we’d taken my surname on as the family name 😉
My s-i-l got married a couple of years back and her husband took her name. He is possibly the only Sven Sambrook ever.
Some friends of ours didn’t like either of their names, so they chose a name from each side of the family – her great-grandmother’s name, and one they thought was from somewhere in his family, though it later turned out it wasn’t, and made their own double-barrelled name. Her sister didn’t get married but wanted a new surname for her daughter, which she and her partner also took, so they just chose a name they liked.
I quite liked doing the traditional thing, myself 🙂
It’s other people who have identified us as “The Portico” though, not us! We came up with it 9 years ago (months after we were married) when we needed something for our first email address (and back then it was just portico because Demon would only let you use up to 9 letters!). I’m the only one of the 6 of us who still uses it these days, mainly because I can’t be bothered to tell everyone a new address.
I *do* think identity involves one’s name, which is a large part of the reason why I didn’t want to change mine. Sharing a name doesn’t mean anything to me though, we just wanted to be married. These days I’m not so sure about marriage – I loved the ceremony, the ritual of it, but if it were easier I think I might get divorced actually, and make some other public display of our commitment.
We could have matching tattoos dear.
Where? 🙂
That’s what I meant by ‘default’ Alison – it what other people have ended up using in order to collectively and affectionally refer to ‘Alison, Chris and family’ for want of anything easier (like a family surname). A nickname I guess is even more part of your identity because it’s also how others see you. We don’t chose our nicknames. I actually think you have the ideal solution.
Interested to hear why you would get divorced (if you could be bothered) in order to show your commitment in another way. If marriage is so indifferent to your relationship, then surely it wouldn’t matter whether you were or not and you could make that public display regardless.
back from hols and catching up. I actually – given half a chace would have one with the norse daughter thing – though helen johnsdaughter not actually greatly differnt – but dad being of norse stock, they did the john johnson thing when naturalised.
in fact, if i were truy honest, i would have elinor and alys helensdaughter!
I have no intention of being anything other than johnson though, and when pur wedding phtots came trhough addressed to mt and mrs french i had a minor strop as i couldn’t understand why addressed to chris’s parents [until chris pointed out the photographer had meant us]
each to his own though.