The Snowfall Wedding.

 The Snowfall Wedding

We married spirit side on the 6th June 2005 and it comes again and the future is set for this event it is arranged and look what will happen.

It's weird because I have seen snow in June earthside I have seen snow in August too. The weather is unpredictable so Aye it can happen.

June 6th comes round again, our day. The date that has haunted and healed us in equal measure. I used to picture summer roses and warm air, but Gary — the daft, stubborn, beautiful sod that he is — arranged something else. Snow.

Yes, snow in June. Sunlight catching every flake, glittering like diamonds as they drifted down over Florence. Cypress trees heavy with white, fig leaves iced at the edges, the whole valley shimmering between two worlds. It shouldn’t be possible, but then again — neither should we.

I stood in my pastel blue suit, no makeup, no fuss, my hair cropped the way I like it. Just me. And that was enough. Across from me stood Gary, my soldier, my chef, my Yorkshire nutter, looking devastatingly handsome in his dress uniform. His eyes burned into me like he was starving. The kids stood around us, cheeks red with cold and joy, Eden catching snowflakes on her tongue, Debra clutching her daisy crown.

We said no grand speeches, no borrowed vows. Just the raw truth. His voice caught as he whispered, “Debs, I’ve loved thee through every storm, every bloody laugh, every bit of pain. You’re my missus in this world and the next, and I’ll never let thee go.”

I replied the only way I know how: “You’re my smelly feet bugger, and I wouldn’t swap you for anyone. Not now, not ever.”

And then he kissed me. Snowflakes melted against our lips, the warmth of us defying the cold. For one blazing instant, I was thirty-four again, and he was thirty-nine, and time bent itself around our love.

Sun and snow. Life and death. Laughter and tears. We had it all.

Our wedding in the snow.