I've always wanted a church ceremony when I was to be married, but not at just any church. The Church we chose was actually where my Nanna and Granddad were married and also where my parents were married, which means it holds a great place in my heart. It has been a dream of mine since I was a little girl. I've never really been one to plan my whole wedding from a young age, but the church was always a definite.
My Mum has always had a soft spot for Mike. She took him under her wing when his parents were unable to do the same. Now Michael and I are married, instead of seeing him as her 'Son-in-Law', she see him as her Son.
Though she still enjoys the odd joke... here she's just told Mike, "Sorry Mike, did we forget to tell you? She's not coming." I was waiting outside and heard the laughter, but had no idea what it was about... now I do.
I was and still am so proud of my Dad. I always knew that he would make a great father of the bride but it's not until your wedding day when you truly appreciate it. I was just so excited. I loved every second of our day. All the way in car I was waiting for the nerves to kick in... but they never did. Instead I was looking forward to seeing Michael, taking in every single moment. I remember the car pulling up to the church, hearing the bells, and saying, "oooh they're for me."