It snowed this time of year four years ago too. We got married on an Easter Saturday and I was driven (in style) to the church through a blizzard, then we came out into beautiful sunshine after the service while all our friends put the church chairs to one side and within 10 minutes had laid out the most wonderful homemade wedding breakfast - including hot cross buns hand-made by my sister.
It's no surprise that all of those who are helping us with our house helped us with our homemade wedding, from chauffeur-driven Beetle to sewing my wedding dress for me until 3 am the night before. My son's Godmother finished off my hand-sewed shirt for my husband and her mum finished off his velvet. (Yes, he did come as a pirate. Our friends from Lydney provided the boots and belt and page boy costumes for their little lads from a fancy dress hire shop. Another friend, trained as a hairdresser, spent many attempts matching up my hair and colouring it for me, then turning up as I was eating porridge at Godmother's house to style it for me. Cue the blizzard. Ah well.
We were overwhelmed by everything we were given and all that was done for us: a demonstration of love in action. We are all dispersed now, but still count them family. I'm hoping our spare room will be booked up most of the summer by those we love. Even if it snows in August. (Bring wellies.)