My little cousin is now engaged to be married. I use the words 'little cousin' as a term of endearment, as he now towers above me and his love life is far more successful than mine!
His future wife and himself held an engagement party in a local church hall at the weekend. And who am I to comment on how young they are? (17 and 18.) I wish them all the future happiness and love in all the world.
It was obvious by looking at them how happy and content they are. (Now the tricky part is staying happy and content! Sorry, I don't mean to sound cynical.) Although I must confess to feeling ancient when I looked at them and their friends, particularly the girls with their short dresses and killer heels (there was a distinct lack of wobbly bits and self consciousness). There were also various tunes spun out by the DJ which I had never heard of before! Ah, these must be the latest club anthems, I thought to myself. I was glad when I heard the familiar voice of George Michael and Mick Jagger. I even got up to dance to these records, but I couldn't help looking over at the youngsters to check out the latest dance moves.Then I sat back down again in the safety of the dark corner, to nibble pizza slices and sip white wine.
The entertainment for me was definitely my cousin Sarah's adorable children. Her daughter found the balloons fascinating and her son was running energetically around the hall to the likes of 'don't stop me now'. They're a pleasure to be around.
I left as a row broke out in the toilets, I'm not sure the exact reason of the heated argument, but usually every good party has one!
I think there must have been some sore heads the next day, and I hope the happy couple had a night to remember. It certainly looked like they did.
He may be all grown up now, with a ring on his girlfriends finger, but it only seems like yesterday since I visited him as a new born baby, and watched him grow up, playing with his Thomas the Tank Engine.
To me, he will always be my little cousin.
Picture of the day:
I love these balloons.