The wedding season has begun and for us it was the marriage of our daughter Joanna to her partner, John.

Better known to friends and family as Wrig, two years ago they announced that they were going to get married.

Well, that’s ages away I thought, plenty of time to buy a dress and accessories. But time has a funny way of creeping up on you when you’re not looking.

They had arranged to hold their wedding at Felkirk Church as that’s the area where they live. That church holds a connection to Wrig and his family - the vicar, Father Craig, is in my opinion after meeting him a more modern vicar with a very good sense of humour.

He instantly puts people at ease with his jokes and down-to-earth approach.

Take for instance the rehearsals. Now keep in mind that apart from the best man Steve - Wrig’s brother - none of them have been married before.

Well, Father Craig took the opportunity to have a bit of fun and put them at ease. So he told them that he couldn’t refer to them as Joanna and John as it would be classed as he had married them, so informed them that he would call them Micky and Minnie.

Well, you can imagine the laughter that caused. But it did the trick, even though Father Craig did take it all seriously because marriage is a serious occasion.

I honestly think that it’s nice how vicars nowadays are different. From what I can remember, back when I got married, everything was so serious that it put me on edge.

The vicar back then literally put the fear of God into us. Well, the big day arrived, and the sun shone down on us - in fact the weather was perfect. Me and Pete sat with a full church of friends and family waiting for the ceremony to begin. I felt quite happy with myself, I had finally found some pink shoes and a handbag after weeks of ordering things from the internet and having to send them back because it seemed impossible to find pink shoes in shops in February anywhere.

Pete looked very dapper in his suit and yellow tie and pocket handkerchief that matched the groom, the best man and Logan the ring bearer.

The bells were ringing and everything was ready to begin. The vicar walked down and asked if I was okay, to which I could only nod for fear of crying.

But as soon as Macey and Kacey, the two bridesmaids, started to come towards us I started to blubber. Then following them came Joanna and her chief bridesmaid Lindsey.

Oh, it was all so perfect. They slowly walked past smiling and I was still snotting into my tissue. We felt so proud of all of them.

It was a truly traditional wedding. The photographer, Chris Stevenson, was amazing and outside all the usual photos were taken but he had a few other special techniques up his sleeve which were unique.

Back at the reception everything was beautiful, all decorations made by the bride herself, and certainly had the wow factor. The room was filled with friends and family and we all settled for the speeches, which were given by Steve the best man and Lindsey the chief bridesmaid, and although both were very nervous, they soon had the whole room laughing.

Then, the first dance, and then the party began. The bride had thought of everything to make the day special for every single person. But as the night was in full swing, I sat and looked around and thought that at weddings the love we all talk about isn’t just between the bride and groom, but also every guest that comes to share in that special day. And it truly was a special day that I think everyone will remember for a very long time.