Valley of the Trolley Dollies

It’s been a year since we got married.

“My Dearest, Darling D

Twelve months on – With All

Off the Ups and with all of the

Downs,

And With all of the love – there’s still

No-One else I’d rather share my life with,

And No-One else’s arms I’d rather be in

On our anniversary.

Here’s to the next Twelve, and the next,

And the next…

 

All my Love, Always,

 

Your Husband”

Below, a shameless repost to remind you all of the day. So much has happened in the year that followed. Much of it, you’ll know about from this blog. The past two months have been a bit of a whirlwind - some bad , some good, some wonderful. I’ll post on those later today.

For now, the shameless repost.

Waiting outside the room, Toby and Hannah beside us, an open door before us, a few faces smiling at us through it.

It wasn’t meant to be like this; we weren’t supposed to see the audience before the curtain went up.

My heart’s pounding, and my heads swimming, and my legs are turning to jelly, and I need to pee (although I’ve gone 20 times in the past hour), and Oh, Dear God, I don’t know if I can actually walk, I’m so scared.

And I can hear the registrar introducing us.

A silence, then ‘Lights? Cameras? Guest-list? Just do your best, sweetie’. The room erupts in laughter, and his hand reaches for mine, finds it, squeezes.

I look into his face, smile.

We can do this. We can.

We step through the door, and into the light and into the joy…

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