It was a perfect day, made even more perfect by all the work our best man and bridesmaid put into organizing pretty much everything. My dress and his shirt were made by my mother, who is an amazing dressmaker, and my best friend (bridesmaid) made my hair jewels. I wore my something old (a heart shaped locket my dad gave me when I was 18), something new (my beautiful dress), something borrowed (the butterfly jewel in my hair), and something blue (my grandmother's opal ring). We exchanged my grandparents wedding rings, and we wrote our own vows, but kept them secret from each other.
And now we're off on our road trip!
As a secondary note - I'm an auntie - as an only child, this is new to me - and I promise to be the cool aunt who buys the boys video games and teaches them new swears.