So finally all the preparations were completed and there was no more that could be done but enjoy the day.
I had asked my uncle to drive me to the church but Moma and Papabelle pulled a rabbit from a hat and surprised me with a vintage car when I came down the stairs. And not just any vintage car – an Austin Princess, the same model car Mum had take her to the church on the morning of their wedding. I had thought our day would be full of surprises for our guests and it was but I wasn’t prepared for all the surprises that were in store for me. Like the beautiful bracelet and five bouquets of roses Mr Mc had delivered and the fabulous car – I really was made to feel like a total princess.
We were actually all ready a little ahead of schedule so myself, my parents and the bridesmaids spent a few minutes just sitting in the kitchen letting the minutes tick by before we headed to the church.
It had been raining on and off all morning and had just started again as we left the house for the church. I had promised Mr Mc I would be no more than ten minutes late (just to allow some time for the late comers) and I lived up to my word – even over taking some lost guests on our way through the town. 
Before we knew it, it was all over. We were Mr and Mrs – signed, sealed and delivered. As we walked down the aisle arm in arm, the door swung open and sunshine flooded the church - it seemed like fate had played a part in us choosing the Beatles, Here Comes the Sun as the music to end the mass . We were on a high as we hugged everyone leaving the church. There was such a great atmosphere outside the church as friends and family embraced each other and looked forward to the party that lay ahead.
I had asked my uncle to drive me to the church but Moma and Papabelle pulled a rabbit from a hat and surprised me with a vintage car when I came down the stairs. And not just any vintage car – an Austin Princess, the same model car Mum had take her to the church on the morning of their wedding. I had thought our day would be full of surprises for our guests and it was but I wasn’t prepared for all the surprises that were in store for me. Like the beautiful bracelet and five bouquets of roses Mr Mc had delivered and the fabulous car – I really was made to feel like a total princess.
We were actually all ready a little ahead of schedule so myself, my parents and the bridesmaids spent a few minutes just sitting in the kitchen letting the minutes tick by before we headed to the church.
Luckily just as we arrived at the church the rain stopped. It didn’t seem too long before we were standing outside the church and our photos were taken and we were ready to go. Olabelle, followed by Marabelle and then Trixiebelle made their way down the aisle as my cousin played Sigur Ros 's Hoppipolla. Suddenly the doors swung open and I could hear the whispers of friends and families as they stood and turned to face down towards Dad and I. I will never forget the feeling as their amazing warmth and joy rushed over me. It was like everyone standing there smiling was blasting me with their good wishes and love. I’m not normally one to cry at happy occasions but, in that instant, the emotion I felt from everyone was so strong that if it wasn’t for my Dad silently calming me down with a little reassuring squeeze of his hand, I think I would have gone to pieces.I nearly lost it again when Mr Mc handed me a single rose when I reached the top of the aisle.
I know it’s a cliché but the ceremony really was the most important part of the day for Mr Mc and I. It meant so much that a family friend was able to officiate for us and that cousins and friends performed the music for us. The ceremony felt very personal and this meant we both felt at ease the whole way through. I think Susan and John captured this in their photographs of the mass and we are so grateful to them for this.
Before we knew it, it was all over. We were Mr and Mrs – signed, sealed and delivered. As we walked down the aisle arm in arm, the door swung open and sunshine flooded the church - it seemed like fate had played a part in us choosing the Beatles, Here Comes the Sun as the music to end the mass . We were on a high as we hugged everyone leaving the church. There was such a great atmosphere outside the church as friends and family embraced each other and looked forward to the party that lay ahead.
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12 January, 2011 09:41
Gorgeous! Lovely report! Getting a bit teary reading it and thinking about our own day coming up in 86 days!
12 January, 2011 14:00
Wowza Tink, looks like such a perfect day! Love all the little touches like the blackboard in with the mass booklets.
Beatingmyselfintoadress- 86 days, the countdown truly is on! You must be busy planning a hen at this stage?