It was here, the big day finally upon us and the pre-wedding nerves had kicked in but they were not those of a Bride, they were those of a friend who wondered just how the beautiful Bride must be feeling on the morning of her wedding day. It was to be the most precious day of her life where she would be looked upon with pride by all those lucky enough to witness her marry the love of her life, her prince. Surely, she would be feeling anxious too?
It was a wedding which had been planned to perfection, every piece dreamed of and brought to life by the Bride and her loved ones. Her scrapbook no longer a collection of pictures, scribbles and ideas but a masterpiece which had been lovingly put into place for what would be her perfect day.
It was the 29th May 2015, a date which had seemed forever away at the beginning of the year. It had crept up quickly and we was all very excited to see the beautiful Bride, someone who had become a good friend, make the most important steps of her life. Those that would lead her down the aisle to her soon-to-be husband, the man she would love and cherish for the rest of her life, of that there was no doubt.
Our alarm (Jack’s morning coo) awoke us nice and early and we was up and out of bed immediately, there was no way we would be late, that was the duty of the Bride. Our usual morning routine was completed in no time and all attention turned to getting ready for the wedding, we needed to be at the Church for 12:30. Our attire had already been set out the night before so there was no way we would be late. All morning I had felt anxious and emotional, I could not wait til 13:00.
Linda and Adrian had been written in the stars. Having met at school years previous, today they would tie-the-knot and continue the rest of their lives as one.
The Groom looked proud as he awaited his Bride and sure enough, she arrived on time. We was asked to be upstanding as she made her way through the Church doors. She looked incredible and her smile beamed for all to see. She was on Cloud-9. Meanwhile, I was a wreck, wearing mascara had not been the best idea! I glanced around at Nicola and she too was in floods of tears. It was an amazing moment, Linda looked so happy.
They made their vowels with love, it was written all over their faces and with emotion, you could hear the cracks in their voices as they tried to keep back their own tears. They had not been nervous at all, they had never been so sure of anything in their lives.
After the ceremony, we made our way to the reception where we were greeted by a theme of purple butterflies, it was lovely. The Bride had done herself proud, the venue was decorated beautifully. Soon enough the speeches had been spoken, the toasts had been made to the wedding party and absent loved ones and the food had been served and eaten. The day had gone by in the blink-of-an-eye but the night was still young.
The newly-weds cut the cake shortly before taking to the centre stage for their first dance to begin the evening celebrations. The many onlooking guests got lost in the moment and the barn’s sky sparkled with camera flashes. The dance floor was soon flooded with cheerful family and friends who danced the night away.
Trevor had danced his best ‘daddy dancing’ with Jack (in his buggy) whilst I looked on with pride. My boys looked handsome and Jack had been swooned upon all day in his little waistcoat and tie outfit.
We said our goodbyes at the end of what had been a magical day. Congratulations Mr and Mrs Dale, may the rest of your days be magical too.