Ladies and Gent's, I made it. But more importantly, so did these two. The day after landing into Heathrow, I watched my big sister get a new surname.
It maybe that I'm bias, but what the heck: THIS WAS THE BEST WEDDING. EVER!!!!!
Let me set the scene.
A thousand year old church where the Bride was baptist in as a baby.
Pews jammed packed with friends and family. Musicians at the front to help give some 'oomph' to the hymns.
A best man doubling as a vicar to marry them.
Bridesmaids waiting outside, realising that sure, our dresses looked good but did not keep the chilly British weather at bay.
Then a Bentley pulled up and a beautiful dress (attached to a beautiful bride) appeared. Walking down the aisle, I was put in charge of her trail, which is a lot harder than it sounds!!
At the reception we ate and danced in celebration. It was also at this point that I saw my sister dance with the flower girl, and for some reason this image made me a little emotional. Probably because this had been her day and it was amazing.
Congratulations Mark and Caz - two great people who deserve great happiness.
* Picture taken by my father. Other photos to follow soon...
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