It was four years ago on a beautiful bright Autumnal day like today, that Mr Nu Bride and I tied the knot. I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was four years ago, I got caught off guard by the unexpected knots in my stomach, trying not to bite my freshly painted nails as I waited for 2pm to hurry up.
It was four years ago I was greeted with a bubbling of low-level anxiety and delightful mix of excitement and anticipation as I got ready with my girls, parents, big brother and sister-in-law.
Facebook reminded it was four years ago I had flurry of emails, texts, cards and flowers from friends, family and colleagues, wishing us the most magical of days and the grandest of happily ever-afters.
It was four years ago, mum rustled me up one of her champion salt fish breakfasts to see me through the day, even though I felt as sick as hell, it did the trick and I dived in for seconds.
It was four years ago our classic car driver accidentally left my mum behind and one of our photographers kindly offered to take her instead (lol)
It was four years ago I had my two favourite men standing side by side by each other.
It was four years ago, I had my Dad in my corner given me a wink and a nudge and a reassuring comforting hand when he noticed the magnitude of the day, the overwhelm and nerves kicked in; when I heard the live string quartet and gospel choir, with the delicious tones of Phebe Edwards start the first verse of Des’ree Kissing You.
It was four years ago when I saw Mr Nu Bride looking all sharp and handsome in his bespoke suit and felt like we had just met again for the first time.
It was four years ago when Mr Nu Bride was overcome by emotion and I wanted to do nothing more than to comfort him.
It was four years ago when we said our vows together, feeling so excited and joyful at the start of things to come.
It was four years ago I remember our celebrant tearing up as she listened to us recite our bespoke vows to each other.
It was four years ago that we laughed and danced until our feet ached with all the brilliant people in our corner.
I thought I would never feel as loved as I did on our wedding day. I was wrong.
Still blossoming, still growing and even through some hideous challenges that have been thrown in our direction this year; I am somehow loved, more than I ever thought was possible.
Four years on.