Savannah's Wedding Story
We met at a wedding that I wasn’t supposed to
We were both very carried away by the magic of the wedding; there were fairy lights in trees and the moon was hanging heavy in the sky above us. Recognizing one another seemed totally normal at the time even though we had never met before that night. The day after the wedding he hitchhiked for eight hours to come and see me in London before I left on a business trip to New York. When I saw him on my doorstep I ran outside and put my arms around him and knew that he’d be the father of my babies. We never really dated; we started living together right away and it’s been that way since. It can be really intense at times because he is a wild adventure man and I am a city girl but we have found a way to co-exist with relative smoothness.
He started talking about marriage almost immediately, though he was vehemently against it until we met. He proposed on Christmas Day in front of my whole family. I had made everyone’s Christmas gifts that year, so I had been so into explaining my gifts that I hadn’t opened any of my own. I opened his gift last and it was a big box-shaped parcel. Inside it was a smaller box and then a smaller one and an even smaller one after that. In the very smallest box was a silk pouch and inside that was a dried rose. I took the rose out of the pouch and it glinted. He had dried the rose around the ring. I pulled it out and burst into tears.
We had our wedding in Devon at his old school that’s now a private house. It is a beautiful, old, slightly shabby English house with a huge lake and a little chapel in the grounds. The morning of the wedding I ran about like a mad woman juggling the baby and trying to get ready. It wasn't glamorous at all. We had three ceremonies: a legal one, a blessing in the chapel, and a pagan ceremony with our old friend Hamish Guerrini, who is a druid, under a huge oak tree by the lake. My dad had my old music teacher play “Here Comes The Bride” on the organ. Nik’s son Java, a friend’s daughter, and our baby Moses (who was 6-months-old) walked with us
After the ceremonies, we had a big feast-style buffet made by the wonderful Tom Cull with fire roasted salmon, loads of salads, and summer fruits. The party took place in a Kata, which is basically three giant tipis all joined together with a huge central fire pit. The next morning, I woke up at 6 a.m. with our six-month-old baby and took a walk down to the wedding tent. Everyone was still awake and grooving.