The Queen's Speech

The Queen & Charles on our mantle

I have never written a speech before.
I have written a couple of eulogies .
I have written presentations
And once I wrote a somewhat overblown lecture on blogging for the Llanasa Women's Institute,
But I have never written a speech .
I was discussing this fact with a few fellow nurses last night at work who asked me what I was going to say at the wedding., I told them that I had absolutely no idea
Perhaps those that have done it at their own ceremonies could give me a couple of pointers?
I'd be very grateful
Anyhow
My best friend will be saying a few words, as will Chris' brother, so I feel it only right that Chris or I is able to thank the guests for coming.
Chris is the obvious choice for the speech, as he is an old hand at presentations, but strangely he has refused to take the lead and has left  the job to me.
I don't mind too much as I take after my father when it come to these kind of things.
He would have made a speech at the opening of a Fridge door.

Luckily we have a dear friend who will be giving a reading at the wedding itself. He is a delightful old queen with a penchant for theatre and expensive Italian suits and I hope he doesnt mind that we have chosen a more " personal to us" wedding reading rather than the usual slightly bilious dirge that could have been spouted
This is our reading...what do you think?


How falling in love is like owning a dog by Taylor Mali

On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!
Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.