But my wedding day – just over 9 years ago now – was my first big celebration.
My husband to be and I had been together for 10 years before he proposed on the Ponte Vecchio Bridge in Florence, Italy.
I hate being the centre of attention, so our wedding was a small affair at a local golf club. No official photographer (we asked friends to take pictures for us), no cake, no florist (my very creative mum did it all for me), no fancy place settings.
My wedding dress was from Monsoon and cost about £150 and I borrowed my shoes from a friend.
We had a jazz band playing instead of a disco (so no first dance) and a barbecue in the evening.
It was perfect.
This picture sums it all up for me. We laughed and giggled and had the best time with close friends and family and didn’t care a jot that we were going totally against convention.
And look, I’m posing in front of a gorgeous tree . . . it was meant to be!
This post is for Week 27 of The Gallery: A Celebration.
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