Apologies for how overdue this is - I blinked and nearly 3 months have passed so thought I should pop back and fill you all in! Grab a cuppa and put your feet up - it may be a bit long…
How it all began:
I didn’t have a great track record for having the best taste in men. I was hurt and let down constantly, and around 4 and a half years ago met a ‘nice’ guy, although my heart wasn’t really in it. After ending things with him, my best friend decided she would take things into her own hands and set me up on a blind date. With nothing to lose I gave it a shot. Me and my friend headed to a country pub on a Monday evening to meet her OH and my future husband! We hit it off and the rest, as they say, is history!
The proposal:
My 21st birthday rolled around, and we headed to the Caribbean to celebrate. The morning of my birthday was quite overcast and drizzly. S insisted we open my presents on the beach, despite my protests that the room was fine. We left the room and started the couple of minute walk to the beach front, when I remembered I’d left all my cards on the bed. I wanted to go back and get them (I ALWAYS open my cards before presents) but he convinced me they’d get sandy so I reluctantly continued to the beach. Because of the weather the beach was deserted, yet we kept walking and walking. By this point I was getting a bit miffed at how controlling he was being of my birthday, but eventually we stopped and sat on a couple of stacks of sunbeds. I opened a beautiful gold watch, to which he’d attached a diamond ring to the strap. As I opened it he asked me to marry him. And I obviously said yes!
The build-up:
The planning was relatively stress free. We had nearly 2 and a half years between our engagement in February 2014, and our wedding on 10 September 2016 (the 4 year anniversary of our first meeting in that pub). We had our share of dramas, the venue dressing people going bust, my engagement ring breaking, not knowing until 2 weeks before the wedding if my brother would be able to attend due to visa issues (he recently emigrated to marry his American wife), my nan being poorly in hospital and not knowing if she could attend, the cake people going bust and not telling me (only found out when I contacted her 6 weeks before the wedding!) Our flights for our mini-moon being cancelled 3 weeks before the wedding, buying a dress for MOH without her being able to try it on as she was pregnant at the time, and wondering if another BM would be able to walk down the aisle after badly breaking her back. I’m deliberately not going into details regarding any of these things because they all seem so insignificant now, and I’ve only really mentioned them at all because I know at the time they felt like the most awful thing in the world (the flights in particular I smashed some things on my desk at work and locked myself in a meeting room absolutely sobbing) but none of them mattered in the slightest and were all solvable. So please, brides-to-be, take heed - it really doesn’t matter! All that matters is that you and your OH are both there. That’s it!
Wasn't sure what pictures to use to break this up so here are some from our engagement shoot!
To be continued!!