Posted by sean on March 17, 2015 at 4:51 pm in Wedding with No Comments


Since my last blog, we have made lots of progress with our wedding plans. On Saturday, Claire and I went into town to collect the rings we ordered ages ago. I was well prepared when it came to trying on my ring, and held out the correct finger on the left hand. Our beautiful looking rings are engraved with our initials and wedding date. I was tempted to joke that the date was wrong, but thought this would give either the Jeweller or Claire a heart attack.

I must have tried my ring on ten times since taking it home. Claire has probably tried hers on even more. I should really stop this and put them somewhere safe until the day of the wedding, but at the moment I’m holding onto it tight. When the big day arrives in June, I will probably be found in the corner of a room, clutching the ring, eating a raw fish, while muttering “my precious”.

This morning, we went to the church to meet The Reverend, who will be marrying us. He was very nice, made us feel special and came across as excited about the wedding as we are! Forms have now been completed and it is official – the ceremony is booked and confirmed. Our wedding is really happening and it is just 3 months away!

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