Getting/Feeling Old

Saturday 25 May 1996, Toledo, Spain and my eldest, daughter Sarah, married Manolo. Twenty five years, it sounds marginally better than a quarter of a century but not by much.
It was a glorious hot and sunny day, Sarah and I spent all morning together before leaving Madrid in the limousine for the drive to Toledo.
It matters not a jot that I only understood one word in ten, that it was so hot that at times it was uncomfortable in a suit not that the rice flung at the brides father, grooms mother stung when it hit, we had a great day.
Virtually the entire Stevens Clan turned out for it, my mum and dad were thrilled to see their eldest grandchild married.
So here we are twenty-five years later, now with two children, relocated (temporarily) back from Spain and living in Plymouth.
Looking forward to seeing them soon.