Why I’m Marrying A Jug-Eared Boy
My first memory of my fiancé Mitch was not our eyes meeting across a smoky bar and sparking an instant connection, nor was it making vaguely flirty small talk at the coffee machine on the first day of a new job.
My first memory of him was a dishevelled whirlwind with enormous ears skidding across the classroom carpet at ten past nine and collapsing next to me, insisting that it was not his fault that he was late for registration as he had banged his knee.
To put this in perspective, I was seven.
Now before there are any exclamations along the lines of “ahhhh! Childhood sweethearts!” I must stop you. Anyone who can honestly say that they have been inseparable from their partner since the age of seven needs to seriously re-evaluate their life choices and invest in some me-time.
I will not lie to you, dear reader. At no point was there the tiniest inkling in my mind that the panting, jug-eared boy sitting next to me clutching his bleeding knee would one day be down on said knee hyperventilating in a similar fashion whilst holding a diamond ring.
Eleven years post-knee injury, on a drunken group holiday in Devon, a mutual friend re-introduced us. After the obligatory “my, haven’t you grown…” comments and a few weeks of mutual dithering, I drove a heavily inebriated Mitch home from a party. Parked outside his house he began an endearing attempt to propose a dinner date, at which point he toppled out of the car and onto the pavement. I drove away.
Powerless in the face of these highly romantic beginnings a few months later we made a much-criticised decision to get engaged at a “frankly irresponsible” age, and five years down the line the wedding is pencilled in for August 2011.
Whilst not being the kind of girl who planned her wedding in primary school, I am admittedly very fond of lists, and organising a big party which includes food, copious amounts of alcohol, a kick-ass dress and the presence of my favourite people quite frankly excites me.
So I jumped at the chance to blog about my wedding trials and tribulations on the rather wonderful Staggered in the hope that I am not the only one out there that is a) excited, and b) utterly bewildered by the sheer volume of stuff that is involved in planning a wedding…
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