The girls found our Wedding Album the other day.
Yes, of course I knew exactly where it was all these years.
Why, yes, I look at it often and remember that day....
What day? ... oh yes, that day. I remember. Vaguely. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I do believe we had a wedding day.
And I've got the photos to prove it!
I can't believe I'm doing this to myself.
Why?? Why am I showing these photos?!
I have to admit that I like this one. My mum-in-law, who passed away a few years ago is on the left and my own Mum (who's height genes were clearly passed down in my direction) is in the blue.
I really can't believe I'm showing this. But I reckon someone out there is in need of a laugh.
Could someone tell me what on earth possessed the woman who doesn't 'do' pink to choose pink-ish bridesmaid dresses?
And the gypsophila! ... "And the hair, Louisa?! Why, she looked positively wild!" Sorry, a Pride and Prejudice moment. My mind is clearly trying to drag me away from what it's seeing!
I'm only showing this because it shows what I'm still doing:
looking up to him