It rained for pretty much all the week leading up to the ceremony. Then it rained on the day. It was a grey day and we both thought, "Jeez..." Funny thing happened. We walked into the gardens (we got married at the Botanical Gardens here in Adelaide) and the sun broke free and shone down for the entire ceremony. I kid you not - you can't make that stuff up. The photos, and there's a few because the people who were there were just awestruck, all show this bright sun behind us. I loved it. I bowed my head as we walked in because, quite frankly, emotion was getting the better of me. The spell was enhanced as we walked past my lad and he whispered, "I'm on the job Dad." The job he had was to make sure his uncle Ronald behaved. I'm convinced that Ronald put him up to it, but it made me chuckle (the first chuckle of many) and helped me through.
Awwwww a pair of happy idiots. I love that Nehru suit so much I'm gonna wear at every opportunity I get. I wish someone had told me that my hair had fallen in such a way that I resemble the bastard child of Tim Robbins and Butch Patrick.
More to come.