Back in 2006, our daughter asked us why she wasn't at our wedding.
That was easy enough to explain.
She of course, being the romantic she is, then wanted us to get married again so she COULD be there.
Well, we considered the whole renewal of vows thing, and even planned a little ceremony with close friends and family, but in the end it all seemed a bit...well...twee. That's an old fashioned word that means 'quaint'.
So when we planned a trip to Paris two short years later, the girl child insisted she be allowed to be the one to conduct the ceremony, in front of the Eiffel Tower.
Pink roses were acquired from a corner store....
...and daughter remarried us with the magic words 'do you take each other to be your awfully wedded people'. We Did. And Do.
Daughter acted as photographer too, as evidenced by the quality of these shots.
A magical moment for her.
And for us.
Sometimes it doesn't have to be perfect, to be special.