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My Blog: We've done it!!
Well we did it! We got through it- just!
The days before the wedding were very difficult, we were very stressed, and everyone else was very stressed too. The best thing about doing things yourself is that you can do things the way you want to, the worst bit- everyone wants to tell you how to do it.
I was in floods of tears the day before, as people seemed to be ignoring what hubby and I wanted to do, we really weren???t coping. The rehearsal the night before kind of capped it for us, and hubby was taken off to the pub by his ushers and best man for a few drinks to calm him down. I went home on my own to finish the list of jobs still to do- table plan, photos of us growing up, all of my girlie jobs- painting nails etc.
Popped round to see my friend Ali a few doors down, which helped to calm me down, but not what I had planned for the night before the big day.
I woke early on the morning as had to deliver lots if things to the hall- 4 hours sleep to get me though the next 18 hours- I needed my cup of black coffee before I left the house that day.
I arrived at my sisters house about 8.15, 10 mins before the hairdresser arrived.
All of the Bridesmaids arrived and things started to move. It still didn???t seem like my wedding day though. As the morning progressed things started to build, Chris the photographer arrived and started to snap away, my Dad arrived, and my friend Lynds brought the flowers round which were fantastic.
We had a few probs with doing my hair, my hairdresser wasn???t happy with it, so we had to re-do it a few times. By the time my hair was done, it was 12.50. The wedding was due to start in 10 mins and I wasn???t dressed. It was all hands on deck as I stood in the middle of the room and people put me into my dress. My sister was inside the dress pulling up the hoop. My BM Kathy was inside it too putting on my garter, whilst Indi and Kathryn were pulling me into the lacing. It made us all laugh as we dashed out of the house and headed to the church.
Apparently I arrived about 15 minutes late!
I had to make my way up to the church with the help of my dad, as BM???s had all dashed up there to get ready leaving me to carry my dress and veil on my own- I couldn???t manage the bouquet aswell so Dad had it. Again, not quite how I had pictured it!
Walking into the church was very scary. I saw my friend Alison as I walked in and I nearly cried, as she had been the one to calm me down the night before.
Everyone else turned into a blur when I saw Steve waiting for me. It was all fine from there as he was by my side. We held hands throughout, and the service was lovely.
I made him laugh, but stalling on the for ???Richer????????????and poorer??? part.
The service was the best part of the day, as it was so personal to us.
We had a few pictures taken outside, but it was so cold we couldn???t keep people waiting around too long, so we rushed back to the hall.
The hall looked fantastic, and when we arrived people were tucking into the warm mince pies and mulled wine, so were starting to warm up a little.
We managed to have a quick chat with most people before sitting down for the meal.
The quizzes on the tables went down well, and everyone seemed to be chatting away on the tables which we had been worried about. The food was lovely, I???m pleased we had chosen what we did.
As we launched into the speeches, our concern about whether we would all manage to say what we wanted evaporated. We did it. My Dad was short but spoke clearly and said what he wanted to say. Steve had everyone drinking in his, and Martin managed to embarrass Steve so job done. I closed the speeches and I???m pleased I had my say. I made everyone laugh, and then a few cry. I finished by reading out a letter Steve had written to Santa (or I had a few nights before for him). It made everyone laugh.
We lived through the first dance, which we both agreed wasn???t our most enjoyable part of the day. But we had a quick chat which was nice, and nice to grab a few minutes with each other as we were being pulled in different directions all day.
As the night progressed the dance floor was full, guests arrived for the evening and it was lovely to see so many people make the effort to be there for us.
It was a strange day. Everyone says it will fly by, but I remember everything, the day seemed to last 48 hours not 24! I managed to stay up for 22 and half hours on my 4 hours sleep so maybe that is why.
I am glad we have done it, it does make me smile every time I look at my wedding ring, and seeing my husband in his makes me smile. But, I would never do it again. The stress of the day is something I would never want to experience again.
04 Jan 2007 at 11:13AM
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