Philippa looked amazing. And I mean AMAZING. I’d seen the outfit before the big day and I was there when she had her make-up done, but she still took my breath away when she walked down the little aisle in the register office.
Unexpectedly, I spent most of the time in tears. It all overwhelmed me and I blubbed and I really didn’t care who saw me, and what they thought.
Would I say that marriage feels different to the way life was a week ago? I don’t know, but it’s been a pretty amazing time, and I do have this wonderful, enlightened way of thinking that says “I never have to go through that again” that is feeling really nice.
I’m sitting here with a wedding ring on my finger and an incredibly happy Philippa beside me and I can’t believe it’s all real. I thought she’d see sense at the last minute and run away, or wake up married and look at me and say ‘What the Hell have I done?’ but she hasn’t. She’s just been looking incredibly content, and spending 99% of her time within arms reach of me, and that suits me just fine.
Have a great new year, everyone.
RC 31-12-15
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