The wedding went pretty well. It was a lovely ceremony and I only cried about 3 or 4 times. The weather was supposed to be complete crap.. and it was raining when we arrived at the church, but by the time the professional photos came around, it had cleared up enough to have them taken in a park.
Our flower girl was my niece's 14 month old daughter, and the page boy my 7-year-old son, they were to (hopefully) walk along the aisle together with a basket of rose petals to drop along the way. Well, our baby girl became impatient as the best man (my 17-year-old son) and the bridesmaid were taking their turn, so she burst forth and dumped the whole basket of petals about a metre along the aisle...
it was hilarious, and gorgeous.
She ended up making it the whole way with my little boy, up to the best man... they had fun.
Then came my partner and I... we both walked our son along the aisle, it was very emotional.
Next came the bride and both of her parents, her mum was in their traditional Kimono and looked lovely. My daughter-in-law was absolutely beautiful... she was a bit tearful throughout the ceremony, it was quite overwhelming for her.
After the signing of the register, they cut the cake and we had tea and coffee and some family photos in the church, then off to the park for more photos. Then my daughter-in-law changed into a traditional Kimono (the one her mother had worn to her own wedding years ago) for the reception.
After sharing a lengthy afternoon tea and the speeches, some of us went out for an evening meal and drinks. The bride and groom left for their honeymoon after that... and the day was over.