My little sister getting married

We were in the final minutes of preparation, the air heavy with nail polish fumes and the professional photographer temporarily absent. My lovely sister, who spends her entire working life and much of her own time looking after others, was not about to delegate the once in a lifetime job of opening her last bottle of Prosecco as a single woman. All went perfectly, and all my congratulations, love and best wishes go to her and her great husband. Along with a motley set of images from her special day of course and the lump in my throat that's still there a day on. x