January rolled in on a high – this was the year I was to be married. That summer, my fiance and I would put on our fanciest outfits, gather family and friends, say our vows and embark on the future we’d been dreaming of (honeymoon, babies, eventual move to the countryside…)
With months to go, all that was left were those little details – hair, flowers, favours; things you think you’ll be laid-back about, but end up utterly absorbed in. Yup, this was the year. I had life totally figured out, and thought I couldn’t be happier.
Rollercoaster ride