the wedding

The ceremony was in the Glasgow planetarium, an intimate and romantic northern ceremony under the southern sky. Two hemispheres joined by wedding vows. In the darkness and subdued lighting it seemed that we were witnessing a precious moment in a world where no-one else existed, only the marriage celebrant and the special couple. Many of the Scottish men complained later that their eyes leaked, one or two happily suggesting that maybe there was dust in the atmosphere as the couple made their personal vows. Tears are not only for women...

It was the first time anyone had married in the Planetarium, so the staff were very excited and included "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue" in the 15 minute journey through the skies before the "special star" made her entrance in the dark, carrying a softly glowing bouquet.

The reception was in a small castle (now an hotel), so we travelled from space-age romance to Scottish history in a few hours. Dancing continued after midnight, and last up the stairs was... shhh, not telling, but I do know that the time was 2.05am!

Weddings bring family together, and while one member couldn't make it, in many ways she was there with us too.

Today I am grateful for happy occasions.