It’s the final part of my wedding posts, guys. I’m sure you all have mixed emotions about that. So on to the reception…
As I was about to walk down the aisle, I could see my friends – especially Jess (who’d introduced Andrew and I about 11 years previously!) and Ned smiling at me and giving me the thumbs up. It was really calming to see them just before I walked do the aisle.
Then the organist started playing the Bridal Chorus by Wagner, and it was time to start walking down the aisle.
I’ve put this post off, as it feels almost too epic to write. But it’s time, guys. I’ve had to break the days down into smaller sections, because otherwise it’s just too epic. I cannot be concise here. Sorrynotsorry. So here I’ve just talked about the getting ready part of the day. Settle in, we could be here for a while.
Our wedding was on 29th August this year, and we decided to get married in the church in the grounds of my old school and then have the reception at my parents’ house, in a marquee in their garden.
The week running up to the wedding itself did not get off to a good start.