three little birds

As I write this, it is two minutes past midnight. 

This time last year, I remember exactly where I was. I was sat in the lounge of the flat that was to become the first home I would share with my soon-to-be husband, with two of my bridesmaids. (The other two had done the sensible thing and gone to bed already.) One of my bridesmaids was giving me a wonderful manicure, while we reminisced on how we had dreamed about this day since childhood. 

It was the night before my wedding & I was having a heart to heart with two of my oldest friends about the wonderful man I was about to marry. I knew that I should be sleeping, but this was the only time I would have in my life where we would be having this conversation, and I couldn't pass it up for a few minutes of extra sleep. 

In just a few hours time, I would be marrying the man who had become my best friend. I could hardly believe it, yet I knew with great clarity that this was exactly what I wanted to be doing, and I didn't want to forget one second of the anticipation and action.

We had rehearsed the wedding ceremony earlier in the day, and in just a few short hours, we would be doing it all for real. I was well & truly excited about the day that I would become Mrs. King.