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The Day - The W I

Yes, yes, you have the right to hate me for making you wait so long ... But hey, I'm here ... If there is still someone who might be interested in my story??

The June 19, 2010 I woke up alone in my bed at 6am. I had a headache because I cried a little the day before ... I do not know why I had the brilliant idea to spend this last evening without beloved ... He had left his parents and I stayed with my father and my sister (with whom it had not gone well during the week they were with us ... nothing serious, just small clashes that added to stress "we still have things to finish" I have found myself like that this morning ...).

I looked outside and it was so ugly that nobody would wish on her wedding day. It did not really stressed. I was just disappointed for our procession bike but that's not what I was going to ruin the day!

I took breakfast with my father and my sister and after yet another fight with her, I left my hair done and makeup ...

Yes, the day was "very good" started ... I went off it was raining a little and I called it relieves me darling for a little ... I got a haircut but my hairdresser is not an expensive one-time girl ... She was just beginning to comb another married but said she was barely half an hour ... Fortunately I had the lead! I waited over half an hour, and meanwhile my witness Matthias arrived. Matthias began to take some pictures and the hairdresser has finally started to look after me. I had more than half an hour late but as I planned wide, I am not mad ...

Notice how I sound jaded and boring again, lack of makeup is for something but I was not even in my day W at that time ...



Stage makeup: I was in better shape and I began to realize it was THE W Day and most importantly, I began to look like a bride (or something already!). Makeup done, I left my home to get changed.


Meanwhile, baby is doing fine with the help of his brethren


My sister and my father was ready. I asked if they wanted to eat something but my father told me he was not hungry, it was stressed! It made me laugh!


My sister was very pretty. She helped me dress. I think it's the time we made peace. We did not say anything but it was good.

I thought it was going to take longer but less than 15 minutes I was ready. I called my step brother to pick us up and 10 minutes later, he was there.



We went to the florist for my bouquet. My sister brought him back and I've fallen in love now! It was as I imagined! I was very happy!

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my lovely parents. I might be the call to tell them that we arrived as it might have had more pictures from our reunion but it does not matter. The front door was open, I went back and was in the lounge. The first thing I thought: "I have a darling too good!". Judging by his look and because I want to believe, I say he's thinking the same thing for me!


Some pictures again and we went to shoot two. It was still ugly and a little cold but I was glad to finally be with baby. They spoke of the time, Matthias tried to reassure us by saying he should not rain ... In short, without much hope and change my mind I looked through the window of the car and there I see a little ray of sunshine right above us. It looked like he was following us and that was the case, we could make our photos of couples in the country under the sunshine (for cons, the wind, he did not want to do concessions!)




was not taken too long because it started to lag. On the return trip with my parents-they still did not know if we would do our parade bike. The sky was gray as ever it was windy, it had rained in the morning, it was impossible that we can do ... Resigned in the car I had a mini stroke blues but I tried to tell me that this was a detail.

We thus arrive at my parents-and I see our entry Guests arriving with their bikes. In the garden, other guests are putting nodes to their bikes. Cheri looks at me, look at the little ray of sunshine that always followed us and said "Come on we'll do it!"

Photos: Photographs Wide Open and our guests.

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