As you may have noticed, I haven't been so diligent with my blogging lately, but no matter, I'm here again tonight!
And it seems that I couldn't let this weekend pass by (well, I know its Monday now, but never mind), without writing about what a marvellous time I had.
On Saturday, one of my bestie friends got married.
It was super.
So super duper in fact, that I got a little bit excited, misjudged where the toilet was, and ended up with a very bruised coccyx. But again, never mind. It is my wedding wound, and I now wear it with pride.
When Fran first told me she was engaged, I cried.
When she walked down the aisle, I cried.
When she exchanged her vows with Chris, (you've guessed it) I cried.
Now, I wasn't weeping tears of sadness, I wasn't mourning for the loss of a loved one, nope, instead, they were tears of happiness.
Each tear was filled with love, joy, and pure happiness.
Years ago, I wasn't such a weepy girl. I somehow managed to keep my emotions under wraps. However, its now evident to me, that that wasn't the best plan.
To cry, is to release emotion. Whether it be sadness or gladness. (Just make sure you always have a snot rag handy.)
When the evening was coming to a close, and I was surrounded on the dance floor by so many of my friends, I looked around me and (one more time) I cried.
I cried for the memories we have. For everything we've been through. For the love we share. For the journey ahead. For the untouchable bond that has kept us together for the past 15 years.
It was rather overwhelming.
But in a marvellously good way.
Fran's brothers sang a poignant rendition of The Beatles classic, 'In my life' during the ceremony. I haven't been able to stop singing it since Saturday.
So now, I will share it with you. And once again, wish the new Mr and Mrs Sloley many congratulations!
Big love to all