What a lovely venue in a lovely location for a lovely occasion! The reception and evening do were held at a golf club overlooking the Yorkshire moors: it looked a beautiful but wild place and we joked that you had to be fit to play there.
I have posted pictures on my flikkr account, so click on the link if you want to see them. The photos here are from Bryn.
Charlotte, as I said, looked stunning and James was looking every bit the handsome groom. They appear to be deeply in love and it is so wonderful to see them joined together and looking so happy on their special day. The only time I saw either of them looking even slightly less than happy was when they were about to take their first dance. Unfortunately Wendy and Chris (father and mother of the bride) had popped home to do the milking and had not yet returned. Charlotte was understandably desperate to have them there for the dance (which they were eventually). Apart from that every time I looked across at either of them they were either smiling or beaming.
Charlotte and James have a daughter who is almost two, and she is a delightful child, and she looked lovely and was very good all day.
The bride as mummy
If I had a good opinion of the groom before hand, I had an even better one by the end of the day, he is a caring and helpful person who does his best for even his old aunty when something goes wrong! I hope and pray that they will always be as happy and as loving as they are today – they are truly a lovely couple, and very dear to my heart.
Siblings and our offspring.
Charlotte is the daughter of my sister Wendy who I think is the best sister a girl could want.
My wonderful sister
I am immensely impressed by many of her attributes, and it is no surprise to me that Charlotte has turned out to be such a lovely girl, having such a good mum and dad. (Chris and my beloved are similar in their characters. Both are not gregarious like we girls are.) Her brother James (it is confusing that both her new husband and her brother are called James) is a wonderful lad too.
I have a brother called Philip who is a couple of years younger than me. He looks more and more like my dad as he ages. He has been married three times now, and widowed once and I hope that he and his present wife continue to be happy together. Julie and I are getting to know each other, and I like her.
Philip has three children and Julie has a daughter too, called Vicky who I haven’t met (I think!) Philip’s son Jason is married to Claire who I hadn’t met before and who I instantly took to. Jason has grown into a nice bloke.
Philip’s first daughter Sarah came to the evening do, by which time his second daughter, Gemma had already with left her son Keiran, who is a few months older than Lydia. I haven’t spoken to Gemma much for a long time, not for any reason except that we are both busy. Sarah has two children: Jade and Morpheus, who is also the son of her partner Steve. I have been lucky to always get on with Sarah – I guess we are both ‘wild child’ren at heart. Sarah always impressed me as being a far better mother than any one would have expected, and I am strangely proud of her for this, thought I don’t have any right to be. Whilst I don’t know Morpheus, I am impressed with Jade – such a serious and intelligent young lady and so very pretty, she is the eldest of my great-nieces and great nephews.
Most of those mentioned sat together much of the day, as did my mother and Bryn, my dearest beloved.
Mum had offered to lend me a handbag, which I didn’t need so she used it. It was identical to the one I had bought, so all day we kept picking each other’s handbag up.
My new shoes didn’t hurt, I didn’t see anyone get drunk, there were no obvious rows or even slights, it was windy but not freezing, the children got slightly cranky rather than naughty, it spotted rather than rained, and I think pretty much everyone had a good time. Old hurts and imagined slights were put aside and it seemed that love was in the air. Hubby has several pictures of loving kindness between generations.
I ate too much and was definately dehydrated by the time I got back home gasping for a cuppa and very tired. It was a very long day with only one cup of tea all the time we were out. It was the worst cup of tea in the universe – how can tea taste and smell fishy? I had sufficient alcohol to enjoy but not enough to make me silly.