Pooja Walking in the Bride (after calming her nerves with a bottle of wine!)
Chris & me posing for manhunt. He was as panicky as I was but managed to keep his head screwed on tight!
I recently attended my cousin’s wedding. It was probably the 2nd wedding I attended since me an Caroline had gotten registered. But something about this wedding brought me back to my own hotel event. Brought me back to my best man & Caroline’s Bridesmaid.
They assumed those roles wonderfully. They spent money (lots of it!) and never so much as uttered a hint about it. They literally held our hands and walked us through one of the most important decisions of our lives.
So although we thanked them then, I feel a compelling need to do just a little more. Even though it might come 4 years too late! This post is dedicated to the both of you.
Thank you for organising the wonderful Hen’s / Stag’s (including the combo at the end..) night. We had the best time getting wasted (as singles) as one could possibly have. Complete with the controversial dancer (Pooja!) and Kumar – who made me spell out Caroline’s name with my….. Of course, I must include thanks for the nice convenient (coincidental?) touches of a certain bald (short) baker fella.
Thank you for believing. Considering the stigma surrounding our marriage (controversial at best!), it must have been tough to tell us to keep going amidst everyone else’s cries for “prudence” – for lack of a better word. Four years on, I cannot be happier being married to Caroline.
Thank you filling in all the gaps. We (as do all couples) thought we had everything covered. When it became strikingly clear that we didn’t, you stepped in cool-headed and simply fixed it!
Thank you for all the meticulous planning. For being Caroline’s shoulder to cry on when things got tough. For distracting me while I was drowning in a pool of stress.
Most of all, thank you for being there – with us – throughout, and not letting go…
