In less than 24 hours my little sister will stop being a Carter and become a Hopkins ... when she gets married.

This evening, we had the rehearsal at the church where the service is taking place at 1300 tomorrow. Our dad died many years ago, so I have the honour of walking my sister down the aisle and offically 'handing her over'.

We practiced the walk from the car, timed ourselves, worked out how many steps it is from one end of the aisle to the altar and then went through the bits where I sit down, then stand up, then sit down again.

Rebecca and Guy then had to have a go at the vows - she was hopeless and burst into tears almost straight away!

The priest was fantastic though - very reassuring, had some great advice for them both and explained every aspect of the service.

To be honest it seems like we've suddenly got here - rather than this having been on the radar for ages.

My mum said tonight, that she felt that 'after all the preparation that's being going on for months, getting to the night before the big day seems to be a bit a anti-climax'.

I guess the irony - if that's the word - is that the actual wedding 'bit' takes a matter of minutes, so when you've been planning for many many weeks, it probably does feel like a bit of an anti-climax.

I'm off to bed now because breakfast is being served at 0645; I'm picking up the bride at 0800 and the hairdresser is arriving at 0830. Tomorrow is likely to be organised chaos and whizz by; but I can't wait to share in my little sister's special day.