Nothing made me prouder than a couple of weeks ago, on the beautiful island of Ibiza, I was sat watching the sun go down behind a Mediterranean horizon and the girl I fell in love with agreed to marry me with the biggest smile I have ever seen, eyes full of tears and a perfect white gold diamond ring on her finger.
Since then I have began to notice the mountain ahead of us, with the task of organising a wedding ahead of us. The day, prior to meeting Clare, I once thought was never going to arrive, suddenly has a date, and we now have less than two years to save for it and plan it.
For me, deciding on details shouldn’t be too painful, we’ve agreed on most things so far, its more about people and not wanting to offend anyone. We simply know too many people and can’t have them all there for the whole day. With the sit down meal we have got to draw a line on how many we can feed. It looks like we will be having the kind of wedding reception I had always wanted for my big day, the kind that doesn’t come cheap, but that means limited numbers.
All we have to wait for now, is the confirmation that the church is free and we can announce the date.