The day started off with a swaying trees and an atmosphere of love, excitement and God's presence. Only a small wedding of 60 people, it was bound to be nothing but loving and intimate. I couldn't be more blessed than having my friend fly over from Germany to be my "bride's man" much to everyone's amusement and my honour.
Walking down the aisle in the sweetest little chapel on a hill, with my dad by my side and my handsome husband in front of me, I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the entire world.
Our confetti was hand punched out of old story books and fluttered down around us like butterflies.
Vintage items of decor, cars and nostalgia run throughout the day and created an atmosphere of warmth and love. Delicious food in abundance surely made everyone do the "happy food dance" all day, even whilst enjoying the variety of lawn games.
My dress was the most beautiful piece of clothing I have ever worn, especially since it was lovingly hand made by my mother. Our warm and cozy shawls were knitted by my grand mother. Cakes were donated by family and friends and all the love anyone could possibly want to give or receive on a magical day that that was shared.
Hot chocolate and milo was enjoyed with an unending supply of Wedgewood biscuits, and it kept guest warm and happy as the cold wind moved in that brought the following days snow.
We ended off a wonderful time together by stuffing paper bags full of sweets to help the memories last even on the trip back home. I don't think I have ever seen adults as happy as they were at that moment, to see a table full of sweets of the best quality, all carefully hand picked by the bride and groom.
There was no shortage of good memories, new and old friendships, family and laughter. Tears of joy could only signify that we had been blessed with everything we had hoped our special day would be.