It was six years ago, nearly to the day, that my husband and I tied the knot.
I vividly remember planning my wedding - which was taking place in South Africa - via email and phone from NZ.
I also remember thinking I would prefer no children at the event, with the exception of my flower girl. It was my day, (well, me and my husband's day) after all. We didn't want noisy kids talking through the ceremony or getting overtired and scratchy at the reception. So when my mum mentioned an out-of-town family member would be attending with her offspring, I was put out.
I ended up agreeing, and in the end, having the children there was not a catastrophe. We had a lovely, memorable wedding and I was pleased so many people attended. The kids didn't steal my thunder, I kind of felt silly even worrying about it. In fact, they added some laughs and fun to the event.
Fast forward a few years and I was attending a family wedding in Australia, with very clear instructions - leave the kids at home.