TOMORROW, PEOPLE!

So, who's getting married tomorrow?

me!

TOMORROW.

After an entire YEAR (to the day) of pinterest, planning, prepping, priming and family-politic-ing  - THE BIG DAY has finally arrived! Tomorrow I will marry Mr Warren Marshall Dyer.

Below is a very revolting picture of the night we met, way back at University (circa 2005) - at a "Trailer Park Trash" themed formal dinner. I am not sure who took the picture below - but at this stage Warren and I had only just exchanged "Hey, I'm Warren", "Che, nice to meet you"  

This picture is all kinds of gross - In fact, it's so embarrassingly disgust that I had to put a brown paper bag over my head in shame.

Lucky we have progressed...

...to full-grown-all-in-one-tigersuits. (ahem 2012).

Mr Warren, tomorrow you will make me your wife and I cannot wait to spend ten thousand tomorrows with you -

Ten thousand tomorrows sounds like a really long time.

When really, it's only 27 and a half years. 

Warr and I will be old and wrinkly by then.

Just kidding - I'm so youthful - they will probably still be carding me. 

I am so lucky to be spending the rest of my days with a man who spoils me, who makes me laugh, who cooks like a Masterchef, who loves me for everything I am and everything I am not, who supports me and has faith in me in all that I do, who actually listens to me and my needs, who can be crazy and silly with me, who laughs at my lame jokes and who just happens to be delivishly good looking too.

Let's all of indieBerries-land hold thumbs that tomorrow is a gloriously sunshiney day, that everything goes spectacularly well...

...and that I don't trip whilst walking down the aisle.

most NB.

See you soon indieBerries readers...

as Mrs Dyer.

and See you, Warr, at the altar -

i love you 

x