The girl next door… I moved in next door to john when I was three years old (our parents still live next door to each other)
We grew up together, family holidays, sleepovers, parties, nights out as we got older.
There was always a connection but we always seemed to have boyfriend / girlfriend.
I went away for uni and in my final year we both split up with our boyfriend/girlfriend at the same time.
That Christmas while I was at home, we finished a night out early to have a pizza and watch home alone… reminiscing on childhood. Let’s just say the rest is history. Or almost, I was so worried as we were such close friends that I would loose him forever but quite the opposite.
9 years later, 18 months of travelling the world, a house, a dog and 2 beautiful boys ( Marley and Ozzie) were getting married on New years Eve this year and I am so happy to say I’m marrying my best friend