Since I last updated, I have been to 3 very different weddings.
One was family.
One was one of my oldest friends. They deserve to be together, they are such a special pair of people. B, you looked absolutely stunning, and P, so did you. It was also a good opportunity to get back in touch with people I haven't seen in years.
The middle wedding, however, was the one that I hold in my heart the closest. Skye and G had their handfasting, and it was magical. Bitch almost had my perfect wedding...
Lashing rain, gale force winds, the loss of people's tents... I wouldn't have changed anything, it just... was... Glow-sticks, bubbles, poi, picnics, photos, wings, farandols, and much, much more. The good vibes were great, everyone mingled (unlike one of the weddings), and I rediscovered the fact that I have legs.
Skye, you looked truely amazing. My best friend, even though you may not be the closest as the crow flies. I was going to tell you how dear you are before the wedding, but I was trying to hold my nerve (I could see it in you too!). Through the ceremony, I felt so privileged to have been chosen to be where I was. Truely beautiful, and from the heart.
I did well not to cry, I thought!