The scent of lavender confetti, hay baking in the summer heat, glasses clinking, the superbly funny vicar who wore shorts under his grand robes, stripy straws, fresh popcorn and candy floss, the small but perfectly formed Canuck army, the tears for absent friends. Joy. The glorious day. The unreasonable levels of happiness!
What a blessing to witness the celebration of imperfectly perfect love.
Second image courtesy of Mr Wise.