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Dusk had fallen, and everything inside the Conservatory was bathed in romantic candlelight. As we dined to the soundtrack of murmured conversations, tinkling silverware, and the occasional outburst of merriment, I surveyed our guests from the vantage point of our sweetheart table and in a moment of uncertainty nervously asked Mr. Tartlet whether or not he thought people were having a good time. Through a mouthful of steak he brusquely mumbled something along the lines of: “Woman, are you crazy? Eat your food.” He moved on to attack his pile of dauphinois potatoes, and I once again let my eyes run over the scene, giving a small nod as if to reaffirm that all was well.

{Photo by Aruna B. Photography}

No matter what breed of wedding—big or small, rustic or modern—we can all appreciate what an investment it is of time, money, and emotion. I found myself profoundly worried that our guests were bored.

Gradually my fears were assuaged as I took note of people engaged in cheerful discourse…

…and appreciating the company of those not seen nearly often enough.

The momentary tension of hosting an event of such magnitude was fleeting, for all was as it should be.

And then, something happened to evoke this reaction from my mom:

On the other side of the room, a movement—typical of sporting events, but perhaps not so much at weddings—had begun.

The wave rippled down the table…

…spreading through our friends…

…diffusing all the way down to the end and back up the other side…

…coming full circle to the head of the table…

…where Mr. Tartlet and I stood, overcome with hilarity.

We chose to mingle with our guests in between courses, and the staff at the Royal Park graciously accommodated our sporadic movements throughout the fête. Shockingly, by the time the main course was served, we found that we had visited with every person in attendance and were able to savor our meal in its entirety. After polishing off our plates, we even took the opportunity to get in some photos that time hadn’t permitted for earlier in the day.

{Top Image: Aruna B. Photography, Bottom Image: Personal Photo}

Mr. Tartlet quite literally had to jump in on the action, too.

Satisfied, he then dashed off to get some pictures in with an incredibly sharp group of men:

Our photographers also made sure to pull me aside to get a coveted shot with my dear friends from Scotland; the man in the middle totally indulged me by donning his full kilt regalia.

With full stomachs and happy hearts, it was everything we hoped for and more. What steps did you, or will you, take to make sure you get to eat on your wedding day?

*Unless specified, all photos by Aruna B. Photography

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