Setting the date (2)

It was your Uncle and Aunty's wedding in Nottingham at the weekend.  Daddy and I went, and we saw the rest of your family for the day, gathered from across the country.  Your name was on the invitation - everyone wished you were there.

When you go to a wedding, there is always a little boy looking smart in a suit, but behaving in a way that shows that he is still, after all, only two years old.  So we looked on whilst another little boy rolled down a grassy hill in his new suit and pulled funny "cheese" faces at the camera, thinking all the while what you would have made of it all if you had been there.  You were all set with your suit - a suit was tried and tested Sunday best for you, and you knew you looked cute in it.

If Daddy and I thought that your Uncle's wedding was hard without you, we've got to steel ourselves for an even harder day yet.  I wrote about setting the date for our wedding a little while ago.  Well, now it's set, and the day is getting rather close. 

We shall be very sad that you are not with us.  We can't even send you your invitation without risking criminal harassment charges.  Invitation or no invitation, you would be welcome and wanted, if by some miracle you could be there.

Daddy and I will most likely have to hope that pictures will tell the story for you when you're grown up. 

Speaking of pictures, we have had some good news today on that score too.  Daddy took his broken zoom lens in for repair and the nice folk at Canon fixed the switch, so it can now autofocus again.  The Canon 5D SLR body I bought last year is in for repair with Canon too, after the mirror detatched when Daddy pressed the shutter during the speeches at your uncle's wedding.  Luckily for us, Canon are doing the repair without charge because the fault is down to some dodgy adhesive used when the camera was built. 

So by the beginning of next week all of the photographic kit should be back in working order, ready for service.  We don't take nearly as many photographs as we used to when you were with us.  We were like paparazzi at times, with you playing the diva celebrity, grinning into the camera, and demanding to take pictures of us. 

In other good news, Daddy now has two keyrings.  Yes, Daddy strikes again. The "lost" keys weren't lost after all.  In fact, they never even left the house!

Love, K