The next day, we had the hair and make-up lady arrive to begin renovations and then the photographer, Helen, turned up, so The Bride put The Dress on.
And that was the end of The Other Bridesmaid and me. We started snivelling and sooking and didn't really stop from then.
The Bride looked stunning. I know people say that about all brides, but look:
It took us a while to load The Dress into the car, I was terrified that I would shut part of her train in the door and she'd arrive with a muddy torn skirt, but we managed to get that all sorted out, and off we went.
We made it down the aisle without falling over, and stood in the right place -- then the music started up, and the Bride appeared, and my sister and I started crying AGAIN.... but we weren't alone! The Brides' BFF was crying so hard, we had to throw her some tissues, and when The Bride saw her, she had a bit of a giggle.
"What are YOU crying for?"
Vows and rings were exchanged:
and they are Husband and Wife!
then we had 10 000 photos taken:
and FINALLY time for a drink:
Yes, that is me, and YES, my husband took that photo....