We married on the 16th of October 2004, having met at university 16 years earlier. The night before our wedding, I stayed at home with our son Stan, then nine months, my parents and three sisters while Will was at the other end of the village in his childhood home, The Farmhouse.
Our wedding morning was overcast, but I was woken up with a breakfast tray and all three sisters perched on my bed, as well as a little Stan crawling around. It was a perfect start. I wasn’t nervous at all – there were constant distractions with people coming and going. I set myself up in the bedroom for hair and make-up while Will was in a quiet part of the farm writing his speech. There were a couple of disappointments – my hair wasn’t quite how I planned it. I’d wanted it piled up into a messy updo, and it was a bit too neat. And the colour of my bouquet wasn’t right. I’d chosen a dusky pink antique-looking rose with a hint of vintage gold, but when it arrived, it was predominantly bright yellow roses. Neither of these things mattered, though. I was on my way to the church to marry Will, surrounded by my closest family and friends, and I couldn’t have been happier. I often advise couples not to sweat the small stuff; there’s so much ‘loveliness’ going on during the wedding day, and often the little quirks contribute to making the day so special!
