Wedding Bells

Today we are going to our first wedding as a married couple.

It feels nice.

Two of our friends from university are becoming husband and wife too. It's sure to be an amazing day in a super lovely venue (Bistroteque - all white, industrial and stacking chaired) and I think it might make us feel a bit wishful that we'd had a cool London wedding as well (not that we would change a thing).

I am excited to see the vows after being the on the other side last time. This is a couple so right for each other and who have been together almost as long as Jonny and I (these men take their time). I think a little tear or two may be making an appearance this afternoon.

Now I just hope my hair goes right this morning and I don't give my poor husband too much of a hard time. It will be the first time I will see him in his wedding suit again. Hubba hubba.

ps the photo above is from our 'legal' wedding day at Chelsea Old Town Hall :-)

Summer

This past month or nearly two, has been a whirlwind. For so long I have meant to write but it's been tricky between all this:

• Selling, packing up and then moving out of our flat and in with my parents
• An epic road trip to help j's parents move over from Northern Ireland to Kent
• House hunting (not successfully)
• First anniversary camping trip
• A much needed holiday to Italy (although putting an offer on a house just as we were getting on the plane seemed to sum up the pace of events lately)

The end of a holiday always feels like the mark the of a new chapter. A clean slate to start afresh. Me and Jonny are a team and have plans and dreams that need to be focused on for our sake. Things that have been pushed aside until now. Perhaps it is time to pull our socks up and aim for the dreams that we always talk of. To stop dawdling.

This past year, which I had imagined to be our grand start in the world together as husband and wife, kind of got a little bit squashed. We've had a false start. A false start that makes me all kinds of frustrated and angry and slightly robbed of our first year of marriage. We mustn't dwell on that.

It certainly has not been all bad. Let me make that very clear! There have been many incredibly wonderful times too, amongst the emotional trips to Ireland. 

Back in a pool in Palm Springs last summer, between honeymoon kisses and margaritas, we vowed to make the first friday of every month a date night. No matter how big or small, forever more. It lasted a little while. But then our promise was quickly scuppered by the circumstances. The dates we did have though? I can't complain about them. I also can't complain about the incredible week spent with my best friends in New York. 

We will resurrect date night. And we will get our stuff together. 

Deal.

One Year!

It was our first anniversary. Hooray!

It's a bitter-sweet milestone given the time we've had. The past year has been the hardest of our lives, and I have fallen in love with my husband more than I thought possible. Seeing him deal with the toughest of situations has opened my eyes further to what a patient and generous, not to mention incredibly handsome man I have married.

Here are some photos of our celebration. We spent our anniversary weekend camped out in a field in East Sussex, with a campfire, some bourbon and Radio 2 at Glastonbury to keep us company.

Perfect.