As a little girl, I never entertained dreams of a magical white wedding.
Sure, I thought about what my husband would be like.
But my wedding dress? My bridal party?
It’s not a case of gamophobia.
In fact, I’m rather in love with the concept of marriage…
…. just not the wedding part.
This year I had the privilege of being maid of honour for a dear friend.
It was probably the greatest wedding I’ve ever been to.
And I don’t say this lightly.
At the age of 31, attending weddings is a sport at which I excel.
The reception was held at picture perfect Carlowrie Castle just outside of Edinburgh, but handsome men in kilts weren’t the only highlight.
A father daughter dance that left me speechless, and in tears.
Uncle Carlos carving up the dance floor till the very end.
A first dance homage to Savage Garden.
The coolest granny there ever did exist.
Late night mac and cheese.
So. Much. Love.
The only thing more overwhelming than the fairy tale setting was the sentiment.
This was a wedding of epic proportions, and yet marriage still took centre stage.
Christine and Marc,
you arrested everything about weddings that usually terrifies me.
Grand, yet intimate.
Traditional, yet cheeky.
A melting pot of friends and family from all over the world.
Lord Byron embracing the 21st century.
And as we all come down off your wedding high, please remember my maid of honour duties are a lifetime kind-of-thing.
As the years go by, if life, marriage, love gets tough, I’ll be the first to remind you both of 4 October 2018 and all that it meant.
Mr and Mrs Ewen.
You showed me the kind of love, and wedding, that little girls (and even us older ones) dream of.