The candles flickered in front of my eyes whilst the string quartet played beautifully beside them. The air was lit up with anticipation, in a world rocked by economic uncertainty, I was lucky to be sat in a room filled with happiness.
The audience got to their feet and the music filled the room, slowly carefully and immaculately presented my oldest two children gently walked hand in hand smiling as if they could burst with excitement. I sobbed a little, he who helped create them was rigid with pride and BB let out a slightly too loud yell as she realised she had been cast out of the limelight for a moment.
The service continued, two of my best friends pledged eternal life and love to one another. Twin girl sat amongst the ‘bigger’ bridesmaids playing her part with quiet dignity. Twin boy, well, twin boy struggled to hold his tongue and managed to announce he was ‘feeling a bit bored mummy’ so I hastily started to feed him with chocolate buttons that were being force fed to his baby sister.
Regular readers to this blog will know that I love my children fiercely but it is rare that all three can make me as proud (at the same time) as they did this weekend.
Twin girl declared the day to be one of the best of her life and she is now new best friends with several lucky slightly older bridesmaids.
Twin boy has one new best friend in the brides brother who looked firmly knackered after spending two hours jamming with twin boy on the dance floor.
BB managed to smooth smile numerous guests into holding hands and “walking” the length and breadth of the dance floor.
He who helped create them and I relished all the new
childminders, friends that we made and got really rather tipsy.
Bloody splendid weekend.