My name's Sara and I am getting married.
It has taken me a long time to say that or write it down or text it or think about it (not kidding) without feeling completely ridiculous. I wanted to be a hairdresser or Annie when I was a little girl, not a bride (incidentally, I became a journalist) so the idea of becoming Mrs Townsend took a while to feel normal. But, now it has, it feels better than normal. It feels glorious.
So let me tell you a bit about my fiancé, Simon, and I.
We met nearly nine years when I was in third year at university and he had graduated. We had a pretty up and down relationship for six months (high point: our first date, which lasted for days. Low point: Our eventual break-up - it was brutal) and then split, never to see each other again.
Until 2010, when we bumped into each other at Latitude, and our chemistry made me feel drunk for two weeks till he took me out on a date and told me he'd loved me for seven years and wanted us to get married and never be apart again. And they say boys play games...
Eleven months later I got a proper proposal (at Latitude 2011 - he got down on one knee next to the river while our favourite band, Admiral Fallow, privately serenaded us with my favourite song) and the madness that is planning a wedding began.
I'll be telling you my story as it happens and hopefully we can help each other out. Because it's wonderful knowing you're about to marry the love of your life, but the bit before "I do" is really quite scary.