It's been four years since I walked out our front door after swilling a glass of champagne, hopped into a car with my Dad and sped off to the church. I was late. I hate being late. I imagined you standing at the alter wondering what was taking me so long. The answer? Fluffing around the house. But I arrived, the music played, I walked down the aisle and you and me, we got hitched. We walked out and guests threw petals and dried lavender*. There was music and laughter.
We are stuck together. Happily, blissfully, sometimes bumpily, we are stuck together.
* if you're getting married, i have a top tip! don't have dried lavender. it got stuck in my eye.
FYI - When I say I was 'fluffing around' - I mean faffing, like just stuffing around not really doing anything. Nothing else. Just wanted to clarify that...!
