Sunday, 24 February 2013

Sarah
















I just don't know where to start with this gorgeous young lady!! I have so many things I want to scribble on here... She is awesome! And has always brought out the fun, childlike and slightly looney toon side of me (which in day-to-day life society tells you to hide). I am always mega excited to be in her company and SO happy Sarah is one of my bridesmade. No doubt she will wipe my tears, and get me giggling through reminiscing the old times on the Big Day...

We meet in the Oak House halls of residence in 2003. Looking back Sarah was very delicate and in the first few weeks as she found it very hard being away from home and living with a bunch of crazy and quite loud teenage girls. We bonded straight away though... One night in particular helped us come together when she got a wee bit drunk and had to be carried home. She had me in stitches that night telling me her tales from her home town Newcastle, whilst randomly diving into prickly bushes. There must have been a few bruises the next day!! Soon enough she would repay the favor and help me when I had downed too many shots of sambucca...

Over that year we got on famously well, and had SO much fun! We would make up songs ('Toxic Chicken' was the best), danced anywhere we liked (beds, stairs, supermarkets, tables, buses and even in the street), take turns to ride each other in the local Sainsbury's shopping trolleys, walk around with plastic bags on our head, and not to mention, naked wrestle at four in the morning on the local sports ground.

We also generally took care of each other when either one of us was down in the dumps. We gave each other lots of cuddles, ate a lot of comfort food, and slagged a lot of men off!

We could not bare to be apart, and if we ever were apart, would write letters to each other (sending each other sweets, and photos and continue to write about the 'toxic chicken'). 

In the summer term of 2004 Sarah and I had arranged to travel across Europe. She came to stay with me back in Preston (where I lived at the time) so we could get on with our planning. We enjoyed some large nights out in Preston Town, and got carried away with excitement about where we would visit on our travels in the daytime.  However, a terrible thing happened a week into our fun, in that I unexpectedly had a miscarriage. I was in a lot of pain, was terrified, and really did not know what was going on. At the time my parents were on their holidays. I thank the lord I had Sarah with me... she kept me calm and assured and provided me with motherly comfort. Sadly, the plans to go on our travels were short lived. I had to go to hospital and have an operation, and from then on take things easy. We did however decide on going on a cheap two week package holiday to Greece a few weeks later. This was the best thing we could have done to take our minds of things. It was such a fantastic, girly holiday packed with so much laughter, randomness, and fun adventures.

Sarah and I continued to live with each other during the next two years of University. In those years Sarah developed into a 'Mother Hen' character always putting other people first, always providing comfort whether in the form of tasty snacks or a great big cuddle, and always making sure everyone else was cared for. It was so reassuring to have Sarah around, and whilst she would still remain the one person you could revert back to childlike ways with, she was also there for you when those dark clouds hung over your head.

Over the years we have developed our little lives and have grown into adults. You could say that with this comes a new level of seriousness, and whilst in many ways it does, it is so lovely to catch up with this girl to be able to shove off 'adulthood' and go back to being a little silly, carefree, and spontaneous!

Sarah my luv, you have so many sweet characteristics which so many people in this world lack, and so I am always deeply grateful that we met and have continued to build our relationship. Even when we are in our 80's we will still be rocking out the toxic chicken moves, have eat offs, and wipe each others tears when we get bumped by life.

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