This post is dedicated to the ones which didn't make it.
The discarded photographs, silently screaming, "What about me?"
The forgotten photographs, abandoned on my mobile phone, wondering if they would ever have their chance to shine.
Pictures which captured the moment beautifully.
They certainly stirred some memories when I came across them the other day.
Blowing bubbles. My gorgeous cousin at the family hen night. It was a local restaurant, a chance for both sides of the family to meet before the wedding. With party bags made by yours truly.
Feeling glee. My last day in the office before a 3 week break for our wedding and honeymoon. My boss insisted on taking a snap of my decorated desk. I was very excited about the prospect of 3 weeks out of the office.
Sorry George, you've missed your chance. One of the posters, by my colleague, which were plastered all over the building on this last day. It made me laugh out loud when I spotted them.
Pampering. The night before our wedding I had spray tan and met a friend for a pedicure, with champagne, chocolates and balloons with my name on.
Can you see my sad face? After the pedicure, which involved soaking my feet in water, I discovered my spray tan on my feet and ankles had disappeared! My friend couldn't stop laughing and asked the sprayers to fix me.
The last picture on our wedding night. This was taken in our room in the venue, after I said I didn't ever want to take my dress off and the night to end.
Where are they all now? My colleagues, who have all left my current place of employment for pastures new. Shame, as we all got on so well.
Outside George Michael's house, before he smiled at me! I couldn't believe I was actually there.
Pizza but no wine. I hadn't long discovered I was pregnant. We celebrated with pizza, but no alcohol for me.
My little Tommy bump. I was just starting to show.
So you've now made it, dear pictures.
You've been found and loved again.
And you've certainly accompanied me on some very special times.