Already the veil has been tucked away as a memory, beneath the cards we couldn’t fit on the mantelpiece and the notes received once the invites were posted. Still, the leftover cheesecake is still fresh in the fridge and sausage rolls on a platter still sit on the table at my mother’s, ripe for plucking in pass-by swipes of the dining room.
The band is the only sign that anything is changed. That you are no longer my fiancee, but now my husband, promised in paper and witness to love and honour till death do us part. Our world falls quiet in the sleepy aftermath and we are able to return to us as we were, as we wish to be…
Wedding season blooms
gypsophila and roses
sudden, sweet, fleeting.
Things have been a little chaotic over the past couple of weeks in my household so I’ve not been as active as I would like with the DVerse prompts. I feel I have a good excuse though. On Saturday my fiancee and I tied the knot.
I’ll admit that I’m quite glad to have all the planning behind me now and some peace and quiet on the horizon. It’s was a perfect day and a wonderful event, but sometimes it’s nice to be able to sit back and not have anything to worry over.