Made of Honour speech
For those who don’t already know me, I am Abi and Maid of Honour today and Liz and I have been friends for the last 12 years. I would like to say how honoured I am that Liz has asked me to stand with her today, on one of the most important and special days of her life and how absolutely stunning and happy she looks.
It seems like only yesterday that she and Neil came back from Greece and she asked to meet me for coffee and wedding chat. I remember meeting her on Mill lane with at least 4 wedding magazines in toe, and all I could think was ‘There goes a ‘Bridezilla in the making’, but I have to say, she has been surprisingly chilled out about all her planning! She hasn’t driven too many people mad with her demands!
Before, I continue, I know all the thank you’s have been done, but I would really like to contribute on behalf of Liz and myself, and really thank Charlotte. As many of you know, Liz was spoilt with 3-hen dos: 1 in Paris, 1 afternoon tea and 1 night out in Cardiff. They were all brilliant and were thoroughly enjoyed by everyone…. However, without the input of Charlotte’s organizational skills, they would never have been as successful, believe me- I’m useless when left to my own devices, so thank you Charlotte, for getting me through it!
So, back to the nitty, gritty…. I first met Liz at the age of 14 after she moved schools, much to her dismay. We quickly became friends after joining forces over a mutual dislike of a girl at school…such a cliché thing for women to bond over, I know, but nevertheless it sourced our lasting friendship.
From writing letters in class to each other in the notorious ‘sweethearts’ note book, nicknaming boys after bands such as Papa roach and Linkin Park so we could talk about them in code, to our first attempts in handling alcohol in house ‘Parties’ and gigs in, where we were so cool that tights became a top and safety pins became hair accessories.
From this being the smallest insight of the beginning of our
It seems like only yesterday that she and Neil came back from Greece and she asked to meet me for coffee and wedding chat. I remember meeting her on Mill lane with at least 4 wedding magazines in toe, and all I could think was ‘There goes a ‘Bridezilla in the making’, but I have to say, she has been surprisingly chilled out about all her planning! She hasn’t driven too many people mad with her demands!
Before, I continue, I know all the thank you’s have been done, but I would really like to contribute on behalf of Liz and myself, and really thank Charlotte. As many of you know, Liz was spoilt with 3-hen dos: 1 in Paris, 1 afternoon tea and 1 night out in Cardiff. They were all brilliant and were thoroughly enjoyed by everyone…. However, without the input of Charlotte’s organizational skills, they would never have been as successful, believe me- I’m useless when left to my own devices, so thank you Charlotte, for getting me through it!
So, back to the nitty, gritty…. I first met Liz at the age of 14 after she moved schools, much to her dismay. We quickly became friends after joining forces over a mutual dislike of a girl at school…such a cliché thing for women to bond over, I know, but nevertheless it sourced our lasting friendship.
From writing letters in class to each other in the notorious ‘sweethearts’ note book, nicknaming boys after bands such as Papa roach and Linkin Park so we could talk about them in code, to our first attempts in handling alcohol in house ‘Parties’ and gigs in, where we were so cool that tights became a top and safety pins became hair accessories.
From this being the smallest insight of the beginning of our