An ever fixed mark.

Three years ago today my eldest brother and my sister-in-law got married. 

It was one of the most beautiful weddings I've ever been to, in a meadow on Midsummer's eve (the wedding was in California - where my sister-in-law is from - far more dependable weather yep, had to mention the weather at some point...).

Our bridesmaids' flowers.

The wedding breakfast was held in an orchard and as the evening progressed, the trees were lit with fairy lights; the dancing took place in an old boathouse. 

I read Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 and cried halfway through it and the teeny, tiny, identical twin flower girls  nearly stole the show by being utterly adorable.

The bride's cake.

We drank champagne that my brother had helped to make (he's a viticulturist) and the wedding favours were tiny pots of jam made by my sister-in-law, and bottles of cider made by my brother and his father-in-law. 

The bridesmaids wore orange shoes. Best shoes EVER. There were fire pits outside and we took breaks from dancing to toast s'mores and drink in the atmosphere.

It was magical. 

Yes, my brother is freakishly tall.
At just under 5'10, I'm the runt of the family...

What was even better was that we were all soon to meet up again in the UK, this time in my family's village, to celebrate English-style.

The cake from the English wedding.
The camper van is very significant, but I'll tell you more about that another time...

Yes, my bro and his bride had two weddings.
Respect.

Our gorgeous dog, Wags (who sadly died last year), having a brilliant time at the English wedding.
Please note her special wedding bow.

Congratulations, Moles and Nellie!! Miss you both TONS!