It felt as if I was on a film set at the wedding of my beautiful daughter, Roisin last weekend. She married Jack at Renvyle House in Connemara (actually we had raced across the country to Bray the day before for the formal ‘I do’ bit). But at Renvyle they both said their personal vows with the Atlantic Ocean bubbling at their back, and the yellow sun and white wind swishing around Roisin’s veil. All the guests were seated on white chairs on a lawn of green. The sky was a fabulous mix of colours though for me all was a little blurred as I could not stop weeping. I don’t why because it was all perfect. Are these tears of joy, Ruthie asked? I was startled. She must be right, because I did feel really happy, but how strange that such sobbing could reflect such joy. Anyhow, I was able to pull myself together (thereby missing the photo in which everyone was included) and enjoy myself for the rest of the weekend without a tear in sight.
It was wonderful to have my best friends (the godparents) present, and to be a part of the dressing up with the six beautiful bridesmaids in the library where we cavorted around in pyjamas specially bought by Roisin, putting on make up, blow drying hair, taking photos, eating breakfast, and drinking champagne…maybe that’s a clue as to why the tears started to well up. But, to be fair, I was crying when I was walking down the hotel corridor (I did 20,000 steps along those corridors last weekend!).
Majella, Annemarie and Ben (hotel staff) planned, chivvied, and organised. They ran a personal lift service to Tully Cross whenever people needed to get to bed or to the hotel and responded positively and happily to any query or request. It was like having Mary Poppins at our backs. You should have seen the array of jumpers, jackets, purses and ties they laid out in reception each morning after the night before. And I have to mention Monsieur, the manager of the restaurant. When I proudly announced at breakfast that I was Mother of the Bride when he asked for my room number (not remembered by me), he looked at me directly and responded with, ‘Well, I am the Restaurant Manager.’
All the guests swam noisily in the ocean each morning. Only my Roisin Dubh could get so many people to flail around so happily in the cold sea, cavorting like seals. The photographs don’t do it justice. The activities were fabulous. There were guided walks, volleyball was played in the pool, croquet on the lawn, and lots and lots of chats and laughter. There was music and singing in the evening, not to mention dancing. It was also lovely to have Poppins and Alfie in the mix…though not so sure Joe agreed…he was the person on dog duty.
After, Roisin and Jack headed off to Inis Boffin for a break. I came home to Labasheeda with besties Ruth, Maria and Malcom to look after grand daughter Aine for a few days. It took three grannies to change a nappy on the beach in Kilkee…far too occupied for photos!!!
So here I am…the first morning in ten where I don’t have a plan…things to do…or a baby (neither a big nor little one) to think about. Here are a few photos of the week that was and what a wonderful week it was. Oh God….I feel my eyes welling up.























