It was the best wedding I've ever been to besides possibly my own...
Picture this: green rolling hills, fluffy sheep, mostly sunny (that's the best you can hope for really), bridesmaid dresses to die for, a barn for the reception, fake mustaches and Scottish folk dancing.
Oh yes, and some less than sober Scottish relatives with hilarious stories to tell.
Can it be beat? I dare not say.
But I must say that it was one of the happiest and proudest days of my life, to witness my brother step up to the plate and commit to a lovely woman for time and all eternity.
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