We got married a year ago today.
This weekend I have been thinking about all the little details of our wedding:
The night before, staying at the hotel with my sister. Having beauty treatments in the spa all afternoon together. Drinking champagne in the lounge and trying to calm my nerves. Mum and Dad coming to join us later for pudding and more champagne. Sis snoring all night (ha! she had a cold) with me lying wide awake beside her, willing the morning to arrive.
Couldn't eat breakfast. The hair and make-up lady arrived super early. The morning was quiet. Unnervingly quiet. Mobile phone service was low at the hotel so texts from friends and family were not coming through - I worried that everyone had forgotten! The minutes crawled by.
Then, suddenly, people started to arrive. Time sped up. From high in our room overlooking the courtyard I drank champagne and watched, unseen, Andrew and his friends, J, my dad and my brother in law all fussing with buttonholes having their photos taken. Fixing their cravats. The only thing that Andrew was in charge of for the day and everyone wore the wrong things. The best man wore the wrong cravat. My dad wore mum's corsage instead of his buttonhole.
The bridesmaids appeared: my cousins two little girls. They were so excited to be princesses for the day and couldn't wait to have their photos taken. I didn't realise that in the adjoining room, whilst I was having my photo taken, panic prevailed: the littlest bridesmaid's dress was too small and her petticoat hadn't been altered so it was huge. (The wedding outfitters had advised that alterations for children didn't need to be tried out, there was nothing that could go wrong - pah!). The next hour was fraught with females getting ready. Niece screaming and crying (she was a flower girl but so ill with a cold she had to be kept away for most of the day), hair being fixed, champagne being poured, wedding gifts and cards being delivered. I was starting to feel stressed, I just wanted to go downstairs and marry my man.
Then, things started to quieten down. The last photos were taken before the ceremony began. Mum, dad and I started to relax:
And then, quick as flash, I was walking into a room with a string quartet playing and Andrew waiting for me. He'd been told not to look around at me as I walked in and I had to tap him on the shoulder to say hi!
Our friends and family, the people I like best in the world, were all there looking fabulous. The music was lovely, the weather stayed fine, the food was lush and we had the most amazing day. I loved every minute.
It was truly the happiest day of my life.
Happy anniversary, Drew. Bring on the next 30!