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In his own words

Tallulah, my own little Carrie Bradshaw, what can I say? Thank you. Thank you for making me the happiest and most proud man there is. When I saw you at the top of the aisle I was speechless. You are beautiful, and it was just a dream come true.

 

Most people know the story of how I met Tallulah, I was playing squash when my friend Tina turned up with Tallulah. When I saw her I just had to go out and talk to her. I thought she was stunning from the instant I saw her and I fell in love with her from the moment I got to know her. Unfortunately, those infamous first words “I’ve only gone and brought my tennis racket instead of my squash racket” meant that I had to chase her for 9 months until she had forgotten what I had said and agreed to out with me. But let me tell you now Tallulah, that I would have waited forever.

 

During those 9 months we became best friends and did everything together, so I really am marrying my best friend, and believe me I know how lucky I am.

 

Tallulah, you have changed my life. Together we are more than I ever imagined I could be. You are beautiful and make me so happy; in short, I love you.

 

So, ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to join with me and raise your glasses for a toast to my wonderful, beautiful bride – my wife, Tallulah.

 

“To Tallulah!”

And yes I cried. Oh and god bless him for the SATC comment because he truly hates that programme.

Downside – apparently when you are being toasted you don’t drink?!?

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I have life envy. I met a girl last week who has been in Amsterdam for five minutes and already speaks far more Dutch than me, she has two fun jobs, lives on a houseboat and never shops at supermarkets. Oh and she is nearly ten years younger than me. Like I said envy. I don’t know why I get like this because in truth I know I have a great life, a fantastic man, nice apartment, good (ish) job, great cd collection, some fancy shoes and great friends. But meeting this lovely girl has niggled at me all week. I have now been in Amsterdam for seven years and it made me wonder if I have done it right. Did I miss out on something? I still know hardly any Dutch people, my language skills are limited to restaurant ordering and mumbling and I work in a completely different city. But then last night as I was tidying away our wedding rings I thought about the life I am about to have in Amsterdam, the one where I marry a man that I never would have met if I hadn’t come here. The friends not Dutch but from all over the place that I never would have met and I decided that I just did it differently.

Monday 1st September was my seven year anniversary in Amsterdam and I still love the city, I arrived here fresh out of university and broke. I was joining my long term boyfriend but it all went horribly wrong. He left me but I clung on to my life in Amsterdam, I had nowhere to live and about three friends but I am still here. I love this city.
 

 

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