Chik'ki and Louvé have been dear and loving friends to me since I first met them, with Louvé in particular (sorry Chik' - it's a girl thang) being unfailingly there for me when I needed it, whatever was going on in her own life.
With apologies to the other married and engaged, and indeed single but hopeful, people on my Friends list, I cannot think of two people more deserving of this great happiness.
Theirs is a love story spanning two continents and seven years, and a wedding postponed more than once for annoying and unfortunate reasons which have absolutely nothing to do with the amount of love these two have for one another. I was holding my breath and crossing my fingers until the 'I Do's were good and said, and I was not the only one.
Had anyone had any doubts about the suitability of the match (and I shouldn't think they did), these would have been erased by the expressions of utter bliss worn by the bride and groom throughout the day - and the masterful way Amy ticked Chik'ki off whenever he did something daft.
That is the table on which the happy couple's presents and CAKE (yum) reposed. You might also be able to make out the commemorative banner lying across it, on which we guests signed our names and wrote our best wishes. Rather than a bride's and groom's side, representatives of the USA scribbled on the left while the Brits took the right.
That's a heck of a lot of people who love you, Chik'ki and Amy. If times get rough - and they have a habit of doing so - I hope you'll remember how many of us are out here rooting for you.