Lana

In just three days, we're getting married.

And my heart is full.

There’s no panic, only peace. No fear, only trust.

We’ve done everything we could to prepare for this day. Now, I surrender the rest to the Universe, trusting that everything will unfold exactly as it’s meant to, in perfect timing and in the most beautiful way for both of us.

In three days, we won’t just become husband and wife—we’ll become a family.

And I know this is the beginning of something truly beautiful 🥰

My hen do in Spain is officially over, and I’m still smiling at all the little moments.

My girls completely spoiled me. They surprised me with matching outfits, dressed me up as the bride, and I even woke up one morning to find a swimsuit with my fiancé’s face hanging from the ceiling fan.

I’m not into nightclubs or drinking, so we chose a quiet apartment with a stunning sea view in the quiet town of Altea. The apartment was so remote that every night we’d walk back along a dark path with not a single streetlight and surrounded by bushes.

We explored beautiful Altea Old Town, spent a day in Benidorm, swam in the sea and at a hidden waterfall, raced buggies through the dust, and on our last day, we visited Alicante. Climbed up to Santa Bárbara Castle, wandered along the famous promenade, and finished with a swim at the city beach.

We ate amazing Spanish food and walked over 20k steps a day, jumping on trams and buses, getting a little lost here and there, and turning even the smallest things into something to laugh about.

No wild nights out—just adventures, endless laughs, and the best memories with my favourite girls before the big day 💍 👰

A year ago, I said something out loud that took everyone by surprise — including myself.

One day, I casually told my partner, “I’m applying to university to study physiotherapy,” and I went ahead with it.

I faced every challenging step: filling out applications, writing a personal statement, attending interviews, dealing with doubts in my head about my job commitments, my kids’ arrangements, my English language level… and whether I was simply “too old” for the university.

Meanwhile, I passed GCSE English required for enrollment and I got accepted into a Physiotherapy course, and before I even had time to process it all, I was writing academic assignments, giving presentations, sitting exams… and finishing my first year with top marks😲

Very proud of myself.

Just three more years, and I’ll be walking across the stage with a Bachelor’s degree in Physiotherapy 🎓