Fairy Godmother

We trapped Auntie Rebecca as soon as we could, pulling on the centuries old religious title of godmother to permanently attach her to our family as soon as we had our first daughter. And today she got married!

Too many weddings are cookie cutter, ordered from a catalogue by whomever is willing to shill out the money. Becca's wedding was a celebration of herself and Jon, threading traditions old and new into something unique to themselves.

We learnt traditional steps at their Ceilidh, and pub crawlled our walk to their wedding. Their ceremony was interrupted by hooting and cheers, and their parents' speeches were long-winded while still being sweet. At every turn there was sweets, pie or pizza. And we drank and danced until we were sore and sick.

It was a weekend that will take some time to recover from, but that we'll never forget.

Also, I look incredible in a kilt.