Wasn't it sublime? The Abbey. Trees in the Abbey. The boys' choir. The sprig of sweet William in her bouquet. That dress. Especially that dress. Despite skepticism from Mr. Honeybunch I rose at 5:00 a.m. - like I said I would - and watched the entire beautiful spectacle with a box of tissue and my new favourite mug by my side. Not much work getting done today. I am still swooning.