For my Mother. A quiet resilient practical country mouse who ran a sheep farm singlehandedly.  She married the city mouse and as the story goes, it didn’t work out…

We returned this weekend to witness said country mouse after 25 years as a Singleton, marrying a great Dane. I was lucky enough to be chosen her Maid of Honour. [She has four daughters and my name was drawn out of the hat.]

Not the first time I’ve been a Bridemaid, the fourth actually, but definitely one of the most special considering 2 of the 4 are no longer marriages. Possibly accurate statistics?

An unforgettable experience to say the least, and this I vow to remember.

All that I am, and all that I have,
I honour you.

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