Last Saturday I had the immense pleasure of walking my beautiful daughter Katie down the aisle.
To present the love of my life to my new son-in-law, Scott, in such a spectacular manner, filled me with emotions I didn't know I possessed.
The childhood sweethearts sign the register 12 years after they met and fell in love.
I liked Scott from the first time we met. I knew instantly we had lots in common, the most important, our love for Katie.
Scott has been in my inner circle for over a decade. He even invited me to his stag weekend abroad! I've not heard that happening with anyone else before.
The speeches were a roller-coaster of emotions. Some important members of the family who through their untimely deaths could not be with us, were in everyone's minds and hearts. Laughter won the day, but the red eyes of all those present were a testament to a most emotional wedding imaginable.
Vintage VW Caravan
Katie and Scott's first dance
The wedding went on for the whole weekend.
The one weekend in my life where I was rearing to go I had to take copious amounts of Paracetamol to keep me on my feet. Yes, it had to be the time I fell victim to the Influenza bug.
All the close family, some having travelled from as far as Portugal, Ireland and Scotland, checked in at the hotel on Friday afternoon. Saturday's ceremony started at 12:00 and went on until 01:00. Sunday morning we all met for a private breakfast and eventually, said our goodbyes.
I had been looking forward to this event for so long that when it was over and I got home Sunday evening, the most depressing bout of anti-climax I have ever endured, descended upon me.
I felt emotionally drained and started missing my loved ones immediately, hours after seeing them. The flu only served to exacerbate the pain.
But I wouldn't have missed it for the world.