His face being all I could see.
Looking away because I knew if I kept gazing into his eyes I would never make it through the day.
A blur of first kiss, an enormous hug and more kisses. A huge smile.
Lying awake until 4am, comparing moments remembered, "did you see...." "did you hear...."
My friend's face as she turned in the back row, her mouth a perfect O.
Her little girl's face as she reached out to touch my dress. Oh to be five year's old.
A song, written just for us and sung with a passion and beauty that made my heart swell.
Looking up while we were signing the register and spotting a dear friend who I was desperate to meet for the very first time.
Five aunts, one bridesmaid and a grandmother in the first two rows, all wiping their eyes.
The first pop of a cork from a homemade champagne bottle and the squeal of delight from a drunk auntie.
Rain sprinkling us during the ceremony and a sea of umbrellas materialising above the guests.
One kind uncle who thought to stand up and bring us a brolly, sauntering oh so casually to the front, clad in a leather jacket with one hand in his pocket.
Kissing a small, warm child on the top of the head as she sat on my lap.
Watching those who had never met before talking and celebrating together like old friends.
A shower of rose petals falling down on us from every direction, while we laughed and tried to find our way back up the aisle.
A laughing bridesmaid telling me that she heard gasps when I appeared.
Holding each other at the back of the tent while everyone else ate their dinner around the corner, oblivious to our first dance as husband and wife.
I don't think about our wedding very often, but when I do they're very good thoughts.