Princess

Last night I dreamt that it was our wedding day! 

Goodness gracious me, what have I become? I sound like one of those 'pink princesses who's looking for my perfect prince charming!' kinda gals, it's almost a bit sickly sweet to read. But then, I cannot deny that it pops up in my thoughts every now and then, and during quiet times at work I'll pour over wedding blogs. It just gets my imagination going, I know I shouldn't encourage it.

 

It was a dark, oaky and warm place, indoors, tall ceilings and a sort of glow that you'd expect from candlelight and fairly lights. It could have been a church, there was lots of space above our heads. I remember looking and down and seeing draping white from my body and my hand in his, we were walking around long tables with seated guests smiling at us. I remember giggling. Then I woke up - my alarm was so rude! For a moment I felt warm and happy, then I quickly realised the bed was cold and I had to get ready for work. It was nice though, despite being fictitious.

 

Now I remember that we actually looked at engagement rings over the weekend! The day after his birthday we walked around town, just ambling about talking and taking in the sights. It's always a bit chaotic on Saturdays, there are tourists everywhere and people cram onto streets with shopping bags and buggies. We were walking by Hatton Garden and he said he'd never been before. As it was on the way to where we were going, I suggested we stop by. We looked into windows and pointed at things we liked and didn't like. White gold or yellow, 'diamond? you'd like a diamond wouldn't you...' it was so casual I thought it was a joke. We didn't go far up the street as soon 'real' to be wed couples joined us in their peering, so we headed back on route to the station. 'Aw I like doing things like that with you!' he smiled, and soon the subject changed. Perhaps it was a light-hearted joke after all. But after all, it was fun and I was happy to see he wasn't running a mile! This doesn't really mean a lot but it's still nice to be talking about it. 

It's daft really because I used to feel pretty neutral about the idea of marriage a few years back. But then, I wasn't with Chris. And I suppose that it's friends and people I used to know tying the knot that have a certain impact, even being apart of their special days! I don't much like admitting it but I love the idea of being somebodies wife! And to be Chris's...awww I get butterflies just thinking about it! How un feminist is that!? But I can't help it. Who knows, maybe we will one day.