Pictures of the clean up from the day after the wedding, my dirty, dirty dress after I refused to take it off until we left and a poem called After the Wedding.
Poem: After the Wedding
After the wedding, when our loved ones have gone, and the fragrance of flowers, has lingered till dawn.
When the last piece of cake, at the table is cut, the lights have all dimmed, and the doors have been shut.
When everything is quiet, our memories made, and each flower petal is starting to fade.
It's then in that moment, my thoughts will be free, to think of how special, you've made this for me.
After the wedding, and all the years through, I'll remember the day my dreams had come true.
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