I've deliberated a bit with this post. I've said before on here that I very much enjoy looking back through my blog like a bit of a diary, full of happy times and sad. But for the last three nights, I have dreamed about this, so I obviously need to get it out!
Saturday is my best friends' wedding day. On Saturday morning, I should be waking up super early, kissing Leia goodbye and heading to wherever we're getting ready. I should be popping the cork on the bottle of Bolly I've had waiting for this day. I should be bubbling with excitement as we all get our hair done, admiring my standard 'wedding' nails (classic french with a line of glitter for a bit of glamour), I should be welling up when I see her in her dress for the first time. Walking down the aisle watching her about-to-be-husband's face light up as her sees her in all her glory enter the church.
Saturday is my best friends' wedding day. On Saturday morning, I should be waking up super early, kissing Leia goodbye and heading to wherever we're getting ready. I should be popping the cork on the bottle of Bolly I've had waiting for this day. I should be bubbling with excitement as we all get our hair done, admiring my standard 'wedding' nails (classic french with a line of glitter for a bit of glamour), I should be welling up when I see her in her dress for the first time. Walking down the aisle watching her about-to-be-husband's face light up as her sees her in all her glory enter the church.
