Sitting here for the past 10 minutes and wondering how I did write my entry for the wedding. Hmm… I wished Phil had agreed to my initial idea of me carrying the video camera down the aisle so I can record the whole event and let people have an idea of what it feels like being a bride. He unfortunately did not buy my idea of letting the hairdressers hide the video camera in my hair or nicely camouflaging it into my bouquet. I am trying to find the words to describe the day, which was somewhat magical for me. Despite our very little preparation, the day turned out perfect.

My much needed bride’s maid managed to find her way to our apartment. We distressed the Chinese way – eating!

At 3 pm, we arrive the American Church of Paris. My mother-in-law had a hard time tracking me down as I run wildly up and down the aisle, into the toilets, trying to avoid getting into my gown too early. It was not an attempt to run-away, but I knew that as soon I got into the 6 kg gown, I did have very little freedom to roam around and stick my nose into things that were happening. At 3.30, after some fussing and pulling, my gown was on me.

Before I knew it, Daddy was walking me down the aisle. To my surprise, despite having no rehearsal, I was very calm during the ceremony. My mind went blank as I stood at the alter, not able to remember what we were suppose to do or say. Words cannot describe the wedding, picture will…..