Thursday, March 14, 2013


I don't even know where to start, except to say last Saturday was the absolute best day of my life. I thought it would be a great day, a good celebration, but I was in no way prepared for the joy and love that day had in store.

The aisle I had to walk up was very long, the first half was a covered over arch way all green and pretty, the second half was a trek over a green lawn strewn with 5,000 rose petals the boys had lovingly pulled off rose heads that morning (read: they sat watching the cricket in their hotel, drinking beer and pulling apart roses).

When the old Studebaker I was travelling in pulled up and I caught a distant peek at him, my heart stopped beating. It was like that nervous feeling I got when I saw him on our first date, but with eight and a half years of intensity behind it. I've never felt so happy yet terrified in my life.

My mum walked me through the archway and we chatted, I saw him give his best man a "bro-fist" which made me laugh. I could hear Sting's Fields of Gold but I barely registered the words. My mum handed me over to my brothers who escorted me to my groom, who looked so handsome I wanted to kiss him! They shook his hand, found their seats and then the ceremony flew by. We had written our vows in secret and heard them for the first time, he got a bit choked up when he said his vows, and when I heard them I got a bit teary too. His vows were incredible, for a normally quiet guy, he had really put in 110% to make them perfect. 

I looked over at one point and saw the best man fighting tears and glared at him, I knew if he started crying it would be all over!!

We signed the register to U2 All I want is You and shared what I thought was a perfect wedding kiss. We walked out to Queen You're my Best Friend and my little cousins ran behind us throwing left over rose petals on (at) us. 

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