Article Page Third Draft

Here is my third article draft:

In this, I added in a lot of changes. I wrote the article and I think it is strong. I will include the writing under the cut. I filtered the images and changed the tone too. This made them all work together as they all fit an assigned colour scheme. I added captions to each image and I also included credits on the side of the article. 

There may be some small changes I could still make but I think this is close to how my final product will look. 

I met Andy back in secondary school and we were childhood sweethearts. We both attended Barnard Castle School. I think that were just like any other young couple; we had fights and arguments but we were in love and we were committed to making it work. That’s why, even though everyone told us that we were too young and we’d never last, I knew that we would. We surprised everyone by still being together at twenty-five years old. We’d settled down and spoke about marriage but I still wasn’t expecting the proposal. We were at a family dinner and it was a very relaxed and happy atmosphere. I felt like everyone knew something I didn’t, which was a little odd. Then, at the end of the night, he came forward and got down on one knee. The ring was absolutely gorgeous. I couldn’t believe it. I don’t even think that I said yes; I just fell onto him crying.
I spent months and months planning the wedding and I never felt like it would be good enough. I had these preconceived notions about how a wedding should be. I wanted the perfect fairy-tale wedding that I’d dreamt of when I was a child.  Andy had to stop me at one point and tell me that I was going too far. I decided that the wedding would be perfect no matter what as long as I was marrying the man I loved. On the day of the wedding, I woke up with my stomach in knots. My bridesmaids were there for me but the entire day didn’t feel real. While they were doing my hair and putting my makeup on, all I could think was: I can’t believe this is actually happening.  From there, everything just really flew by and it was time for the wedding before I knew it. Suddenly, I was on my fathers arm and walking. I was convinced that I would trip and ruin everything. I have to say, as soon as I was him waiting for me at the altar, that’s when it truly began to feel real. When we kissed, it felt like no one else was in the room – it was just me and him. There was so much love between us, it was electric.

When we walked out, everyone was smiling and crying. I’d always thought that I might be a little awkward being the centre of attention and having everyone kiss my fiancé (I couldn’t get used to calling him my husband straight away) but I didn’t feel awkward at all. I just felt loved: loved by him, loved by my family, loved by my friends. It was the most beautiful feeling.
At the reception, we drank and ate and laughed. We cut the cake and it was the most delicious food that I’d ever eaten. I couldn’t take my eyes off my new husband. He was the most wonderful man I’d ever seen and I loved him so much. As the night went on  I got to dance with my father. I could tell that it was hard for him to let his little girl go but he whispered in my ear that he was so proud of the woman that I had become and I nearly broke into sobs. My first dance with my husband was to “Can’t Help Falling In Love With You.” It was always our song.
Eventually, people started to filter out and go home. They said goodbye and wished us luck and soon it was just me and my close family.  realised that you didn’t need to stress about crafting a fairy-tale wedding because, as long as you had the people you loved surrounding you, you would get your happily ever after. I certainly did.