Half an hour left of the one year mark off that Geoff and I have been ‘going out’. This time last year I was dancing around sharing the news – in the excited/avoiding way, not the literal interpretation. Unfortunately although the literal dancing thing explains a lot more freedom, that freedom doesn’t really seem to exist in my bodily movements. ( Bec, you’re being strange!)
It’s funny working out which dates to bother keeping track of (Should’ve proably exchanged this one for the engagement date – but you just can’t).
A lot has happened in this remarkably short time. Back then it was new, new, new and fairly terrifying. Now it is much more comfortable, just as exciting (if not more) and I can’t believe how lucky/blessed (Pick a word depending on how ‘anti-the-luck-word’ you are, I’d use lucky simply because ‘blessed’ is a bit of annoying Christian cliche that doesn’t work with my vocab) I am.
Geoff’s the best guy anyone could ever get. And I got him. (*insert immature: “Nerrr, so there!”)
We are getting married on January the 5th. Lock it in those who know they’ll get an invite (The rest of you just ignore it) and don’t go wandering off on a holiday, trip or exchange (*cough* – I’m not trying to make you feel bad Jess).
As for the rest of you, I apologise for the slightly higher than normal population of brackets (parentheses) in this post and the out-loud deviations.
(Dear Paul and anyone else likely to complain about the ‘mush picture’,
1. Do note that the characters are both blonde, Geoff and I have brown hair.
2. The girl looks as though she is kissing the guy’s nose and not his lips, which keeps this blog relatively PG.
3. In real life hearts don’t go off around your heads when you kiss even when your eyes are closed, if so I would’ve heard about it by now as quite a few people have witnessed the action even if you haven’t. If you don’t believe me, we’re cool to demonstrate next time you visit.
These agendas render the image entirely fictional, although relatively demonstrative of ‘love’, so in the end I guess it comes down to how you perceive love.
Or something more.
Sorry about the picture.)