I’ve been engaged for nearly 24 hours, and I’m still utterly gibber, so bear with me. My post might not make a lot of sense but I don’t really care!
I’m looking down at my dumpy lil’ fingers, particularly the one with the diamonds on it. I can’t believe how lucky I am. Not only is he a gorgeous, supporting, loving partner, he’s taught me so much about life, nature, technology… he’s brought so much into my life that I would have otherwise missed out on, and I’m so grateful to him for that. I think he might regret getting me into Metallica and Guns N’ Roses, but there we go. Actually, a girl I once worked with told me how much she liked Robbie Williams, but wasn’t allowed to listen to his music, or look at pictures, or watch him on TV because her husband got jealous. Michael, however, not only tolerates stuff like this but for our anniversary he did try to learn the opening riff of Sweet Child O’Mine – which isn’t easy (I know, I’ve tried myself).
I’m so fortunate to have Michael in my life. I can’t wait to become Mrs Randall.
So, time to plan a wedding! We’re going for a basic registry office ceremony, inviting close relatives and a few friends. It’s booked for Monday, 24th April at 11.30. Why 11.30? Well…
…We were on our first date. Walking through Nottingham on our way to Rock City, I pondered how best to go about pouncing on this fine young man. I decided to bide my time, and, looking at my watch, decided that if nothing had happened by 11.30, I would make something happen. At 11.30 we’d spent the entire evening so far talking and laughing and generally getting to know each other. I huddled up close to him, leaned over and gave him a big long tonguetastic snog, which made him completely forget what he was talking about.
11.30’s been a special time ever since, so it seemed only right to have our wedding then.
I guess it’s time to browse the craft sites for invitation HOWTOs and flower arranging tips.
Signing off for now, Bride-to-be, Sam