At 11.29 am, almost precisely a week after their wedding, Natalie and Jamie sent me this note.
We just wanted to send you a note to say a huge thank you for your contribution to our special day. For us, the ceremony was the most important part and it was truly magical and more than we could wished for. I have to say it is pretty fabulous being Mrs Wilson and we have had one of the best and fastest weeks of our lives! There were a few tears shed throughout the ceremony and that is partly due to the way you told our story and not just because Jamie and Natalie were getting married! So thank you very much. We will always remember the moment when we said I do surrounded by those we love with the most awesome backdrop.
Today, on their first anniversary, they sent me these lovely photos, taken by my old friend Loraine Ross – I love a couple with a good sense of timing! As Natalie wrote,
“What a year! We would never have expected our first year of married life to be navigating through a pandemic but unlike many people we cannot write off 2020 as a bad memory! For Jamie and I the lovely memories of our special day with all those we hold close and love dearly really helped us to get through some of the darker days of 2020.
I can think of no-one I’d rather have been locked up with the past year than Jamie! Married life has been as life was before marriage – wonderful! 2020 did teach us what we as a couple already knew that it’s the people in your life that are the most important.”
Today’s a special day for another reason; it’s Burns Day, and Jamie and Natalie chose two of the Roberts in their lives to read a poem. I thought I’d share this one, which couldn’t be more appropriate. Read it and as you do, imagine Eddie Reader singing it to you…
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.