Lately I’ve been feeling super nostalgic about Our Wedding. Perhaps it’s because I’m currently in the process of designing our wedding album with the help of our photographers- Fuse Photographic. Or maybe it’s because this time last year we were in full planning mood. Yesterday I found myself eyeing the Martha Stewart Spring Wedding Issue from across the grocery store line (and you should know that she only releases FOUR issues a YEAR- so they are a pretty BIG deal!) And then this morning I woke up at 7am and crammed in four episodes of Say Yes to the Dress before Danny and Addi even came down. I think it’s safe to say I am having wedding withdrawals.
I’ve been wanting to make this post for quite some time, but due to some technical issues I kept putting it off. I figured what better way to beat my post wedding blues then to reminisces a bit!
One of the first (and one of my most cherished) wedding gifts was given to me by none other then your favorite blogger- Lindsay! During her travels to Europe she stumbled upon the lock bridges in Paris, and feel in love with the idea.
I share with you a section of my travel journal from Our Honeymoon:
Day 2 of Paris:
After lunch we head back to the hotel to grab the love lock- Lindsay Moffitt bought us for our wedding present. Lindsay was in Paris around Christmas time to give us the heads up.
There are a few bridges in central Paris where lovers attach locks to the grates of the bridge, throw the keys in the river, and the idea is that your love is forever- displayed on the bridge forever.
Ours reads: Danny & Brittany Brennan 9/2/2012
It’s bright blue to stand out amongst the hundreds of locks that are chained along the bridge.
You can imagine my excitement when given this lock and hearing about the story.
So you can also imagine my horror when I realize I’ve left the keys to open the lock back in Colorado, or even worse- in our kitchen trash can where I hastily threw out the box stuffings.
Depressed and sad by my recent discovery, Danny is already on top of it googling locksmiths.
Luckily, there is one right down the street! And since everything around here operates on a later schedule- they’re still open at 7pm!
Now the hard part- explaining this situation to two French men in English. He speaks a little English and before we know it he has our lock braced down and is breaking a sweat- shoving all sorts of long pointy things into my beautiful lock.
It seems our lock won’t budge. But! Danny has the great idea to buy another lock and chain them together onto the bridge. The shop workers think this is a great idea- I knew there was a reason I married this guy- he’s just so smart.
So.. Crisis averted.
We make our way down to the bridge and find a spot over looking Notre Dame. It seems many before us also enjoyed the view because the locks are particularly heavy in this area.
We find a nice home for our lock(s)- kiss the keys, and throw them into the river.
I love this story, and can’t wait to tell my kids one day.
Everyday we stayed in Paris I had to go back to make sure our lock was still in it’s place!
I took a video on my iphone-I’m not a pro camera man, so sorry for the “Blair-Witch-Project-Effect” in advance!none