“Neil just proposed to me,” the slightly shellshocked face told me.
I grinned and hugged her. Neil stood in the hallway behind her. Of course, I knew that he had been intending to do so, having been party to lengthy ring discussions and top secret operations but it was brand new information to Amelia who had spent a good few months banging on about how she’d quite like a diamond on her finger. And now she had one (or nearly had one as some resizing was required).
Today our gorgeous friends have finally reached their wedding day and are becoming husband and wife as they’ve wanted to be for so long. Despite the yo-yoing guest list and the venue dramas the day has come at last and I can’t wait to see them stand side by side and consolidate their future together.
For once, I am going in an off duty capacity, wearing a hat and doing a reading. I thoroughly intend to enjoy myself and sob repeatedly throughout the day. I shall be very loudly pointing out that I did all the place cards and wrote out the seating plan – by hand – whilst plying my husband with booze to see him let his hair down for once. I want to elbow my way to the front of every crowd to see Amelia and Neil get into their car, cut their cake and do their first dance. I might take a camera with me and take some photos that are almost decent instead of hasty iPhone snaps. I’m going to wear ridiculous heels and then complain that my feet hurt all day. I want to eat everything in sight to give me rocket fuel for shape pulling on the dance floor. I intend to be dancing bare foot all night long and have to pull certain people out of the bar in the wee hours of the morning. I want to go to bed exhausted with a heart overflowing with gratitude and love.
As such, there isn’t an insightful or informative post for you today. There’s just me, all dolled up and ready to celebrate love.
Normal service will resume next week. Probably.