It had been a great morning. The father of the bride is a builder and he had been entertaining everyone in the girls’ room with his dry sense of humour. James the hairstylist was superb in making up the comedy double act and it all made everyone feel so relaxed. I never for one minute imagined what was to follow later on that morning.
The moment eventually came for the father of the bride to leave the room to get into his suit. The bride nervously slipped into the dress with the help of her mum and Rochelle – the calmly collected makeup artist who had seen it all hundreds of times before. Final adjustments were made to the dress, the hair & the lipstick. On went the veil.
Eventually, there was a knock at the door – it was the bride’s father. He’d been told to come back to the room to see his daughter in her wedding dress.
What happened next was beautiful, totally heart-wrenching and had me & the videographer I was working with sweaty-eyed behind our cameras.
It’s what’s preserved forever, in the form of the picture above. The bride and her father embracing each other, the tears freely flowing, the pride clearly showing.
To the bride – and her family – this moment is absolutely priceless.
