Sixteen years ago today I married.
On what was an incredibly hot Summer's day.
Our ceremony wasn't until 5 in the afternoon, but still the heat caused the cream roses of my bouquet to droop their beautiful heads in dismay.
And of course the soaring temperatures ensured every guest had an unquenchable thirst.
We left our reception at 4 in the morning, surrounded by good friends and happy memories.
And with every passing year I am more grateful to have met the man who is my husband.