It’s true what they say, wedding days rush up on you. From the original proposal to the actual day, it’s cliche to say the last year has flown by; where has the time has gone?!
I awake feeling a little/lot nervous, not helped by my bank card being put on hold, (unusual activity). I join my brother and his fiancee for breakfast, which I struggle to get through – the nerves have got to me to the point where I can’t even practice my groom’s speech on my own, let alone in front of everyone during the actual ceremony.
Time during the morning goes so slow, but yet whizzes by and at noon I find myself walking down to the Harbour Chapel.
Arriving at 12:15 for the service, which is due to start at 1pm, I share a quick whiskey and then try to get some time to get my thoughts together. Once more a cup of tea comes to my rescue, as I hide up in the balcony and the lovely staff at the Harbour chapel bring me a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits, (required after barely eating breakfast).
Annabel’s cousin’s boy play’s the pipes, which sets the perfect atmosphere. As Highland Cathedral began, and Annabel entered the chapel, it was then the emotion of the day hit me. Our ceremony flew by, followed by a lovely afternoon and evening with friends and family.
This is not the right place to share everything about our special day, but for completeness the 2nd August was our wedding, and I can honestly say the best day of my life.
