I love reading lots of blogs, but I especially love Redpeffer and her writing, and I also discovered The Reading Residence last year. These great blogs have teamed up to run a new linky call The Theme Game, today is the first week and the theme is Doorways.
Now I love taking photographs, especially of buildings, even more so of churches. Just one of my ‘things’. I can get lost in the history of it all, what, when, how, where? I was trying to decide on which particular photo album to descend, which story to unravel. Then I decided on a different tack. How about a story that involves a journey through different doorways? So here it is, my story of doorways.
So I start at the beginning of my doorways journey. 5th September 2009, one rather pregnant me, and my Dad. It’s my wedding day, second time around, this time actually in England, this time with family and friends in attendance, this time with my Dad giving me away. I love this photo, taken outside the first of many doorways that day, my front door. I love my Dad’s expression, he doesn’t say very much, ever, but it’s all on his face that day. Love you Dad.
I wasn’t meant to be 6 months pregnant on my wedding day, this wasn’t the dress that I was buying! I should have been having a dress taken in, not one made from scratch, to expand as I did! I had to have this made when our ‘bump’ decided to be conceived very much quicker than I’d envisaged! Anyway, that’s a whole different story. Back to doorways …..
Doorways number two on my journey that day, sees Dad and I walk through a church doorway. It’s the wrong church in so many ways! It’s not our local church, it’s not the church we’d booked to get married in, not the church that has such a family history with Daddy P’s family. The vicar forgot to mention when we booked the church in January, that it would be closed for repairs from the end of August until December that year. She finally remembered to tell us in June. Flights had been booked from Spain, Reception organised, hotels booked, invitations printed. By then I was pregnant and VERY hormonal. We had a number of other churches we could pick from. We picked this particular village church, we liked the feel of it, it has a wishing well outside, it was a lovely church, just not the right church! It didn’t have bells either, she forgot to tell us about that until the rehearsal. Uum. Doorways, are so much more than just openings!
So I entered doorways with one man, one wonderful man, who has never let me down, always been my hero, and I left with another. One who is not quite so perfect as my Dad. One who has no concept of time, one who cannot get his work/home balance right, but one who does care, who doesn’t lie, who doesn’t pretend. Doorways to a new beginning, a new name! Doorways leading to a new chapter in my life, leaving my past behind me, looking forward, wondering what the future would bring. Walking through doorways with Daddy P by my side.
There was one great sadness to our day, Daddy P’s father , aged 91, had died in July that year. Until December 2008 he’d been in remarkable good health really, active, full of life. He was so looking forward to seeing his little boy get re-married, he was so looking forward to having a new grandchild. As regular readers will know, we subsequently named Monkey after him, when he arrived in December, when bump was a boy!
There was someone missing from certain doorways that day. A doorways photograph that should have included Daddy P’s father as well as my parents.
I’m not actually a great one for having my photo taken, I’m a control freak really. I like to be in charge, I like to be the one behind the lens! I had to accept, that for one day I let others click away, take the shots. Doorways with stories to tell, doorways that saw us covered in confetti, doorways that witnessed laughter, lots of laughter that day.
What do Doorways mean to you?