Marbecca Get Hitched

Thursday, 4 October 2018

Holy hound dog in a handbasket (that’s the saying, right?) I almost forgot to post these photos. And what GLORIOUS photos they are, because they remind me of a FAB wedding we recently attended, for our good friends, Mark and Rebecca (lovingly christened ‘Marbecca’ by a group of friends we are in no way affiliated with, but whose nickname for the pair we have adopted shamelessly.) Honestly the sweetest and best people, and our favourite couple friends (every married couple needs couple friends), M&R dropped into our lives just over a year ago, and have been a staple ever since. In the same life stage as us – pet owners, planning a wedding, discussing possible babies and wobbling career wise – they are the people we choose to hang out with when we want to have a nice dinner, play a game of fibbage (the funniest interactive game of our time, bar none), go for dog walks, or simply just chat. They’re so chilled out and friendly, and we love them dearly.

As for the wedding itself? Stunning. The venue, Manchester Hall, was divine, the readings were beautiful (the two I remember being: I’ll Be There For You, & Love Monkey, which I’ve added below), the bride looked insanely gorgeous (as did the groom, let’s not leave him out), the speeches had everyone in stitches, and it was just such a fun day, filled with so much love and laughter. They even surprised us all with a brass band in the evening – loved it.

D and I were honoured to be included, and are so happy that Marbecca found one another – they really are the most perfect pairing.

Here’s to many more dinners and dog walks, guys, we think you’re awesome 🥂


Love Monkey
Edward Monkton

It was once custom that every monkey would carve for himself a wooden heart. And the heart that love monkey carved was the most beautiful of all. Its contours were soft and rounded, like an ancient pebble sculpted by the oceans. Its surface was smooth and shiny like liquid silk, and it shone as bright as a ruby in the desert sun. “Take your hearts with you wherever you go,” said their teacher. “Nurture them as a mother nurtures her new-born baby. For when you want to give of yourself fully, your heart is the only true gift you will have.”

That night, Love Monkey had a dream. He dreamt of a monkey whose smile lit up his sole like sunshine. He held out his heart to her, so radiant, so splendid and so new. She took him in her arms and he felt truly, perfectly, at peace. When Love Monkey awoke he resolved that, from that day forward,he would search for his Dream Monkey until he could stand before her and give to her his perfect heart.

He travelled through deserts…and climbed over mountains. He trekked across forests…and sailed many oceans. Love Monkey looked after his heart as best he could, but the storms that he endured on his travels chipped away at its surface and each new adventure reshaped it. By the time he arrived on the last distant shore, his heart was so changed by the patina of time that it barely resembled his old heart at all.

And then, he saw her. Standing before him, as radiant and as beautiful as the sunshine, was his Dream Monkey. At first the monkey could not speak. But then, from somewhere deep inside himself, he found a voice. “I have travelled the world over to find you, and to give you my heart,” he said.“But now that I am finally with you, I see how foolish I have been. You are so beautiful, so perfect. And my heart that was once smooth, so bright and so new is now not something that I could even bring myself to show you,” and he turned to go. “Let me see it,” said Dream Monkey. She took his heart and held it up to the light. “Nothing to me is more beautiful. Every fissure tells a story. Every blemish makes you more real. All my life I have been waiting for a heart like this; a heart that speaks the truth.” “Come here,” she said. “I have something for you too.” In her hand was a tiny golden heart. It was as worn and as scratched as Love Monkey’s own…and it was the most precious thing that he had ever seen.

Love Monkey put his arms around her and they held each other for a long, long time. “I shall treasure this heart for as long as I live,” said Dream Monkey, running her fingers over its ridged and dimpled surface. Then they looked into each other’s eyes and, feeling the joy of truth in their souls for the first time, they began to laugh. And often they sit together still, holding each other’s hearts in their warm hands, lifting them to the light…and laughing. Always laughing.

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