At 2pm today it will be a year exactly until our big day.
I've been engaged for 15 months and that has flown by so incredibly quickly that I'm actually a bit nervous about how much of a blur the next 12 months will be. It's easy to panic and feel that nothing has happened but, when I think about it logically, we're well ahead of ourselves. For now. Venue is booked, best people are chosen, date is set, funds are being gathered, save-the-dates are out and even some of the minor details (table favours and decorations) are decided on. What a good pair of gays we are!
So judging by our productivity over the past year it'll all be a breeze from here on, right? It'll all feel like a montage scene from an 80's rom-com, won't it? A jaunty track (Semi Charmed Life, natch) playing over intercut scenes of Neil and I fastidiously writing out invites, laughing heartily as we have a cake fight whist trying samples, giving frowny-faces or thumbs up to our girls cat-walking as they try on frocks etc.
That's how it will be, yeah? Good.
Coz' for a moment I thought it would be Neil pulling his hair out trying to find an affordable DJ, the pair of us coming to blows over button-down-point collars and me sitting, quietly sobbing into a glass of wine, as I try to choose between two near identical shades of mauve.
365 days; the count down begins...
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