Our 'super' sunny November wedding
I can’t believe that, after 2 years of planning, our wedding is now over. It was honestly one of the best days of my life (and hopefully my new husband’s too!). I want to create a wedding report because I enjoyed the day so much and we have the photos back already, but I never actually made a planning thread so here’s a little background before I get to the good bits (the pictures!).
In January 2010 I started a new job working in London. It’s quite a large company and has its own café/bar. Little was I to know this would be where I would meet my future husband. At the time he was the Café Supervisor and the only time I would speak to him was when I went down there to get Snack-A-Jacks. We never had a proper conversation until one fateful evening on the 9th September 2010.
Every year the company I work for has a summer party and the bar staff get invited to it as well. It always starts in the afternoon and we didn’t start chatting until about 7-8pm so we were both more than a little tipsy! We just happened to cross paths and he said “hi” to me. I can’t remember what we spoke about but after about 20 minutes of talking my husband (still feels weird calling him that) asked if he could kiss me. Being tipsy I thought he might as well and said “yeah alright then”.
We spoke a little bit more and then decided to go home. There was a tube station about 2 minutes away from the bar we were in but we were enjoying each other’s company so decided to go to the next one. We came to it a little quicker than we thought we would so we decided to carry on walking. On the way we walked near Trafalgar Square so I decided it would be nice to walk through it. We ended up sitting on one of the fountains for about an hour which was when my husband asked me on a date. I agreed and then we finally went our separate ways home.
It didn’t turn out to be quite so simple however. The next day I was so embarrassed and hoped he would have forgotten the whole ‘date’ thing. However he called me in the afternoon so I knew that meant he hadn’t! I ignored his call and sent him a text saying I was busy with work (a huge lie, everyone was nursing a hangover) but would come down to the bar later. When I eventually plucked up the courage to see him I told him that I didn’t want to date anyone from work. He’s told me since that out of all the girls who have turned him down I hurt the most because he thought we’d clicked and made a connection.
I was still living with my parents at the time and over the weekend I told my mum about everything. She told me to think about it and that work shouldn’t get in the way if I liked him, which I did. I left it until Monday and went down to the bar to see if he still wanted to go on that date. I chickened out though when there were other people ordering coffee so I sent him a text when I was on my way home instead. Fortunately he did still want to so, on the 18th September, we went out for an interesting meal in Covent Garden (this will be explained in the rest of the wedding report) and that was the beginning of us