I like January. So many people find it the i recommend most depressing month of the year, but January was the month I got married. So once the Christmas stilton has gone and buy viagra in canada no prescription the New Year hangover has subsided I have my wedding anniversary to look forward to.
We didn’t plan to get married in January, not at all. We planned to get married in August. But as we got engaged when I was literally still in my teens (19, so only just) we had a bit of an uphill battle to save up for the sort of lavish, over the top wedding that I was planning. Then life happened – moving to London, working on our careers and alcohol intolerance, and that big country wedding just never materialised.
So one night in late November 2008 after nearly 5 years of engagement I told Will I’d had enough. I didn’t care about a big expensive wedding but I did want to be married to him. I stamped my foot and cried in our teeny Shoreditch flat and he agreed. 8 weeks – wedding – GO.
Turns out you can totally pull together a London wedding in 8 weeks! We had a small ceremony for 15 in The Yellow Room at The Old Marylebone Town Hall and it was perfect, I wouldn’t have wanted any more people there as I cried through the redevgroup.com whole thing. We went on to lunch at Shoreditch House and finally to a big reception at Fabric, Will’s work place at the time, where his colleagues had pulled out all the stops and www.stantonmarris.com turned the club into a winter wonderland for our big party. Our mums bought the flowers the day before at Columbia Road market and made the buttonholes and bouquet, the marvellous Katja Hentschel took photos for us and the cake from Choccywoccydoodah was a wedding gift from Fabric.
Our honeymoon in a beach hut in Kenya cost more than the order prescription cialis wedding and could not have been more perfect.
Had I had weeks and weeks to plan our day there would definitely have been things I would have changed; for one I would have lost a bit of weight (I was the heaviest I’ve ever been on my wedding day) and grown out my hair. I wouldn’t have chosen my dress two days before and maybe picked a hairdressers that wasn’t forty-five minutes late opening on the day of my wedding. But the way it happened reflected us perfectly as a couple; slightly chaotic, homemade and a little haphazard but a great deal of fun. And more importantly I got myself the most wonderful marriage. That is so much more important than dresses, cake or champagne (which was actually Cristal, now you mention it. Mmm).
I would like to insert something cheesy and vomit-inducing about how much I love and purchase viagra in canada value my husband here, but nothing sounds quite right and I think he knows anyway. Will – you’re the BOMB. I love you, happy anniversary xxxx