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Valentines day has got me in the mood to think romantically all of a sudden. I know, I know I need to see if I am ok.

My husband is not romantic, he doesn’t think in that way, but he tries, rarely, but still tries.  Our proposal didn’t quite go to plan, we had gone for a walk and Tim, being flustered was trying to rush us home so took us on a short cut. The short cut was muddy and a bloody nightmare it took us ages to get home. I was furious, wet and cold. Also furious as I had been waiting months, knowing a ring had been bought, with perfect opportunities for a down on one knee to happen, wasted. We had a family get together organised for that weekend, and I was gutted that we wouldn’t be starting the wedding planning. So I stomped off upstairs, he told me to take a long shower and then come down when I was ready. Well, I got myself into a right lather

Like most of us, I had always imagined the moment of picking my wedding dress with my mum by my side giving me that look of encouragement and hoped with tears of happiness to cement that it was in fact “the one”.

I lost my lovely mum, Kim, in late 2013, a few months before my 21^st birthday, and in the hours and days that followed, I couldn’t help but focus on that moment of picking my wedding dress, and that I would never share it with her.

Bex and Andy, got to say I do in a sublime winter wedding at Merrydale manor with a perfectly formed wedding party of 15. Jonny Draper photographed this beautiful wedding and Bex looked radiant in her Martina Liana wedding dress.