Lizzie's List (19 page)

Through the aeroplane window, I stare down below at the imposing Rocky Mountains which seem to be forcing their way towards the sky, as if demanding my attention. The tough, black rock is softened slightly by the snow, making it look as if a delicate white-laced blanket has been placed over the top. “They look amazing don’t they,” whispers James as he moves his head close to mine to see out of the window.

“They are – bigger than any mountains I’ve seen before. I can’t believe we’re actually going to be in Vancouver soon!” I answer enthusiastically.

March was a busy month, which I now reflect on as we continue flying over Canada. I finished Kate and Ben’s wedding cake. I kept the design very simple, with three tiers, each sitting on top of the other. Around the base of each cake, I placed tiny bluebells that I’d made out of icing so that they hang over the sides giving the appearance that they were growing naturally out of the cake. Kate was over the moon – thank goodness.

I also had to make sure that everything would ready for the wedding reception at the centre and that I’d had all my dress fittings, because James and I will return only a week before the wedding. I’ll have to watch I don’t over indulge on pancakes and maple syrup.

Although we’re only away for ten days, we also had to make sure our businesses were okay, however, leaving them in the capable hands of Pete and Kate made this easier. As soon as I return, I will have to completely take over whilst Kate has time off to prepare for her wedding and then of course the time off afterwards to relax on her honeymoon.

Mum has told me a thousand times that she will be fine whilst we’re away and Mark has agreed to check on her. This makes her sound like a child, which we know she isn’t, but we worry about her more now that she is on her own.

Whilst in Vancouver, we’ve planned to visit Stanley Park and go over Lion’s Gate Bridge to Capilano Suspension bridge, up to Whistler for some skiing lessons, bear watching and of course whale watching. The hectic stay will be completed with visiting down town Vancouver, Gastown and Granville Island. James and I carefully researched what we would like to see to make the most of our visit. It reminded me of dad before we went on holiday as a child. He used to love buying maps and studying them, in fact I think he sometimes enjoyed this more than the holiday itself.

As we travel from the airport towards our hotel, Vancouver strikes me as a real mixture of almost everything you can possibly fit into one city. With its striking sky scrapers dominating down town, surrounded by the beauty of the white-topped mountains and the shoreline scattered with sandy beaches, really ensure it has something for everybody.

The whole week progresses and flies by with spectacular sights, sounds and emotions, especially seeing the grizzly bears. We have found Vancouver a friendly, cosmopolitan city with a huge diversity of cultures. What’s strange is that you can be in the busy, noisy down town area one minute and the next, be enjoying the peace of Stanley Park, with its verdant brightness and decorative totem poles.

I must tell you about our whale watching experience, since it was the main purpose of our visit and also my number nine task on my list. It started at Granville Island, where we met our boat crew, before heading off into English Bay, which provides panoramic views of Vancouver and Stanley Park with the imposing mountains behind.

As we continued our journey, the boat ride allowed us to observe the breathtaking scenery; it was almost magical. The wilderness of the environment and great expanse of the water, made me feel like I was the one of the few people to have ever been there. Our guide had informed us that we were likely to see grey whales, but only a slight chance of seeing killer whales due to the early time of year, even though the temperatures are warmer than average .

Luck was on our side, because we saw eagles, seals and sea lions. The amazement of seeing these animals in their natural habitat alone would have been enough for me, however, we were in for a treat. The grey whales were magnificent, leaping out of the water with their huge mass of speckled grey as if they were weightless in their movements. It wasn’t the right time of year for the humpbacks, however I was hoping that we’d see a killer whale, even though I knew the chances were slim.

After several hours of hunting for the illusive Orcas, we were about to head back, but our guide suddenly spotted something in the distance that he thought might be them. Another boat had spotted them two days ago, so the crew knew they were here earlier than usual this year. Anticipation, tension and excitement ran through my veins as I desperately hoped that we’d be awarded with the prize I wanted. I knew James felt this too as his hand tightened around mine, crushing it slightly as we waited.

As the boat crept slowly closer to the sighting, one swift leap of contrasting shiny black and white rose from the water, giving us full view of its beauty. I heard applause and laughter humming in the background, but my total focus was at this wondrous sight, which held all my senses until James spoke in my ear. “It’s so wild and so awesome!” he said holding me from behind so we could enjoy the experience together.

The whales entertained us, captivating our attention for some time, before we had to return. After the initial excitement, people were more subdued on the return journey as if reflecting on the incredible experience they’d just had. I snuggled into James’ arms as we silently absorbed the scenery knowing that we needed to stamp the memory into our minds, never to be forgotten. “James this has been the most exhilarating and phenomenal experience I have ever had – thank you so much!” I finally say. James remains silent as my sentence has spoken for his thoughts as well.

Now leaving Vancouver, as our flight takes off towards home, I am unsure if I’ll ever visit Canada again, but the visit has left me with poignant memories. This is partly due to the dramatic effects the city has had on me and the lasting effect of the life enhancing experiences I’ve had, but also the fact that I shared all this with the man I love. In many ways I’ve had a rollercoaster of feelings with James; he’s seen me at rock bottom coping with the loss of Dad, but also in a state of jubilation from seeing whales, which he made possible. This has given our separate lives a special sort of unbreakable link and with unforgettable memories unifying us.

Note to Self

1. Seriously now start thinking about not eating for a whole week to fit in my bridesmaid dress – I did end up being unable to resist far too many pancakes with maple syrup!
   

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh – I’m getting married today!” Kate screams from her bedroom next door as she awakens from her sleep, also waking us up at the same time. Jane (her sister) and I stayed over last night to keep her company during her final night as a Miss rather than Mrs. We smile at each other as we get up to go and join Kate in her enthusiasm. “It feels surreal. I can’t believe that this day is finally here after all the planning. How do you feel Kate?” I ask as clamber onto Kate’s huge bed.

“A real mixture of excitement and nerves, not about marrying Ben, but about getting down the aisle and through the village with my dress still looking as white as snow. What’s the weather like? Let’s open the curtains,” says Kate as she goes to the window to await the fate offered to her by Mother Nature. Thankfully, she is greeted with sunlight meditating peacefully over the village. “Brilliant, that means we won’t get wet walking to the church and of course, we can get some great photos too.”

“Let’s make a start then, shall we? I’ll put the kettle on and we can have a cup of tea before your mum arrives,” I answer as I head off for our caffeine fix.

James and I have spent many hours transforming his centre into what we hope will be a beautiful yet quirky wedding venue for Kate and Ben. I haven’t told Kate, but I found some gorgeous fabric scattered with tiny blue bells, similar to the bunting that matches her dress. I’ve hung it along the main wall behind the top table, where Kate and Ben will sit for their meal, thus giving the room the appearance of being a marquee.

Tables are set with white cloths; upon them are jugs brimming with bluebells, which the florist has arranged to give the appearance that they are freshly picked from the woods. She did inform me that each one is supported by a wire and it took a long time to get this natural effect, however the result is so fresh and eye catching, that it was worth it. The entrance hall is home to my cake, so that guests can see it as they arrive. Alongside this is a small branch from an oak tree, which Kate found in the woods. From its branches, she’s hung tiny leaf shaped photos of every guest, making it look as if they are its leaves.

As soon as Kate’s mum arrives, we head out for our hair appointment, which will be followed by a make-up and nails. After this, we plan to have sandwiches at Kate’s before walking the short distance to the church. Kate said it would be ridiculous for her to be driven 100 metres to the church, so has just hired a camper van for all of us to travel to the centre after the service.

Whilst I’m waiting for Kate to have her hair fashioned into neat glossy curls, I decide to call James to check that the caterers have arrived at the centre. After what seems an age, he finally answers his phone. “Hi, is everything okay down there? Have the caterers arrived?” I ask urgently.

“Yes and yes!” he answers, seemingly reluctant to pander to my unnecessary anxieties.

“Yes, but do they seem to be getting along with things? I mean ... do you think they are on schedule?” I ask, probing for more detail.

“Lizzie, everything is fine – I let them in and I’m sure they are on schedule,” James answers in a bored tone.

“Yes, but have you actually gone in the kitchen to check things?” I persist.

“No Lizzie, I am sure they’ll be fine and if I did go in the kitchen, I have no idea what preparation stage they should be up to at precisely 11.45 am. Please stop worrying and calling me when I have a hung over groom and best man to organise. Anyway, I am not a wedding planner, but am sure everything will be fine.”

“Hung over!” I shout and realise I need to keep my voice down before Kate over hears.

“They’re fine Lizzie – in fact they’ve both gone out for a quick run. After a bacon butty, they perked up no end.”

“A run? Aren’t you all ready yet?”

“No Lizzie, since it’s more than two hours until the service, we’re not. I love you Lizzie, but please stop calling me. I’ll see you at the church.”

“Okay ... sorry! I just want everything to be perfect for Kate, that’s all. See you at the church.”

Back at Kate’s, after our hurried sandwiches, which we can barely swallow through our excited chatter, it’s time for dresses. Jane and I put on ours first so that we can help Kate with hers. Our dresses are a very simple, Grecian style, sweeping to the floor like a silk water fall – in a bluebell colour. Our bouquets are a mass of white coloured blue bells, which stand out beautifully against our blue dresses. They contrast to Kate, who is wearing white, with a bouquet of blue bluebells.

Finally we’re ready. Kate turns to us, eyes shining brightly with excited emotion, “Well it’s 1.40 pm – this is it!” I watch her mum look at her beloved daughter, tears misting her eyes, tissue ready and emotion quickly fills me too as I observe this special moment between mother and daughter.

“Come on everybody, now is not the time for tears – this is the best make-up job I’ve ever had!” I smile trying to break the tension. “Kate you look beautiful – Ben’s a very lucky man.”

“He certainly is and I’m so proud of you Kate,” replies her mum. Thankfully, preventing tears, there’s a knock at the door. “Well that will be your dad, ready to take over from me here. I’ll get the door and head off the church.” She gives Kate a quick kiss and heads out to let Kate’s dad in.

The next moment causes my throat to tighten even more so. Desperately trying not to let tears ruin my mascara, I watch Kate’s dad looking at his daughter in her wedding dress for the first time, ready to give her away to Ben. After his one look at Kate, I can see him quickly clear his throat in attempt to disguise the sentimental frog sitting there. “You look beautiful Kate,” he manages.

After a few minutes, Jane and I leave Kate with her dad for a final cherished moment and we head towards the church. Walking through the village is fantastic, with many neighbours lining the street, wanting to wish Kate well and get the first glimpse of the bride. Visitors to the village also stop to enjoy the moment clapping for us as we walk, making me feel like a celebrity. Rather than feel shy like I might have a year ago, I enjoy the attention due to my newfound confidence.

As we arrive at the church and pose for photographs, grins firmly fixed on our faces in a practised position that we will need to repeat many times over the next few hours, we then wait for Kate and her Dad. Cheers and clapping can be heard, before we see Kate and her dad now walking through the village, pausing for photographs on the way. The scene is a joyous one, but I can’t help feel a little sad, that my dad will never walk me down the aisle when it’s my turn and will never give me away. I mentally shake the thoughts away – this is Kate’s day after all and I am truly glad her dad is here for her.

Beaming with happiness and appearing calm, Kate arrives at the steps, where the photographer takes some more shots. Kate then turns to us with joy radiating from her face so powerfully it’s almost tangible. “Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes I am–a bit nervous, but as ready as I’ll ever be. Come on let’s get this show on the road. Go on you two, so I can have my moment of glory!” Kate laughs. I give her a wink as Jane and I head into the church.

Ben’s happiness glows from his aura like a nearby star, so I give him a smile and whisper “You’re in for a treat!” as we pass him to take our places. Excitement fills the church when Kate stands at the entrance, whilst guests’ heads are tossing to and fro trying to see the radiant bride. I take another glance at Ben and one look tells me how totally in love with my best mate he is – goodness me my tears are starting again. I mentally thank the person who invented water proof mascara.

The service goes off beautifully and the atmosphere slowly relaxes now that the important, more serious, part of the day becomes a cherished memory. Between the many photographs, I hardly get a chance to give James more than a passing hello, especially since he is heading off the centre quickly with a list of things to check (which I have given to him) when he arrives.

Piling into the camper van, we bump and bounce along the road to the centre followed in hot pursuit by guests. Excited chatter fills the van as the girls discuss the guests’ outfits and the men talk about split-screen camper vans. Ben tells us about a slight mishap with his shirt – apparently it doesn’t match his best man’s, but nobody noticed. I don’t mention anything about hang-overs!

When we arrive at the centre, I aim to dash in to check that everything’s okay, but end up dashing straight into James’ welcoming arms. “Finally I can have a cuddle – you look fantastic, by the way,” he says.

“I have no time for this now. I need to check on everything!” I blurt as I attempt to head into the main room, but James refrains me by keeping hold of my hand.

“Lizzie, everything is fine – relax and start to enjoy yourself, will you? I’m sure Kate will love the room.”

At that moment, Kate and Ben enter the centre, giggling happily. “Mr and Mrs Welch, welcome to your wedding reception – come this way!” James announces as he opens the main doors letting them through to the main room.

“Wow Lizzie, this is amazing–so much better than anything I imagined. Oh look at the slate heart Ben. It’s just like the one in Lizzie’s kitchen. That’s so lovely!” That was all it took, for my tension to melt away like wax from a burning candle, knowing that Kate is happy. I had hung up a slate heart above Kate and Ben’s table seats, saying ‘Congratulations Mrs and Mrs Welch!’

“Well it’s for your new kitchen in your new home, but I thought I’d write you both a little message on it today.”

“Lizzie, everything is brilliant–thank you, but right now I need a drink,” gushes Kate. On cue, a waitress appears with champagne, so we all take a glass and finally relaxing, I start to enjoy myself.

The day continues and is accompanied with a happy, casual atmosphere, which is just what Kate wanted. Taking one of my moments to reflect, I feel a mixture of emotions, happiness for Kate and Ben as they start their journey together and a tiny bit of nostalgia thinking about all the memories I have of Kate. This returns my thoughts to my 30th birthday, which I’ve not considered too much due to the hectic few weeks we’ve had. I have very little time to complete my list, but I’ve achieve nine out of ten – pretty good! In some ways Kate’s completed number ten for me and that’s actually a lovely thought.

Bringing me out of my thoughts, the DJ announces, “Single ladies, could you take your place on the dance floor? Kate, is about to throw her bouquet to see who’ll be the next bride.” Playing along, I head off to the floor joining a bunch of single ladies who all appear alarmingly serious about this element of the wedding. Having decided that I will attempt number ten in my own time, I stand on the periphery of the group, not quite keen on wanting to join this bunch of women looking like they’re ready to violently rugby scrum each other for the prize.

Kate hurls her beautiful bouquet into the air as women scream and lunge into the direction that they think it’s going to land – almost in slow motion as it tosses and turn in the air. Before I have a chance to think, my reactions kick in as the bouquet soars towards my face, so I stick out my hand to catch it preventing it and my nose from joining in a painful meeting. It was almost as if Kate purposely meant for it to land on me. In surprise at the fact that I actually caught it, rather than drop it, I glance across the dance floor towards James, who raises his eyebrows and nods towards the bouquet in my arms and gives me a wink.

Well I may not have completed my number ten, but that winks says it all – doesn’t it?

Notes to Self

1. Give Kate’s bouquet to Mum for dad’s garden bench, in his memory – Kate asked me to.