- 7 years ago
The morning of our wedding was as calm as could be expected with my lunatic mother running rampant and 2 bored toddlers afoot. Along with 1 very level-headed bridesmaid, a very calming sister-in-law-to-be, and 3 stylists that could not be more down-to-earth. The day went by faster than I had expected and we were actually late for our 3pm start time. I was overcome with emotion for the very first time that day when I saw my brother. Whom I’m not close with. He wasn’t even in our wedding. But for some reason, the floodgates opened. The wedding was fun, everyone had a good time & we partied until the very last available second with our closest family and friends. It wasn’t the mystical event I was told it was going to be. There was a point during our vows that I asked myself “is this how it’s SUPPOSED to feel”? However, I concentrated on the moment and there were certain points where everyone around my new husband and I disappeared and it was just him and I and our very deep connection occupying the entire universe.
I wasn’t expecting to feel “different” after I got married. I knew nothing would really change except what we referred to each other as. And it really hasn’t but I was hoping that maybe in some way, it would feel more secure than it did when we were engaged. Maybe it’s my head blocking that we’re REALLY married. Like. Forever. and. Ever. Maybe it hasn’t actually sunken in yet. Maybe that it’s we returned to our “normal” lives the day after the wedding and are holding off on our honeymoon until next month. Whatever the reason, I’m feeling a little down. Do I miss all the planning? ABSOLUTELY not – total headache. Do I miss all the wedding diy crap occupying every corner of our home? DEFINITELY not. Do I miss the extensive list of to-do’s for every single detail of the day we got married? That couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, when we came home from the hotel we stayed at and began unpacking, I couldn’t WAIT to throw away anything and everything wedding-related. I am the polar opposite of a hoarder. Keep your crap away from me because it will be in the dumpster if I don’t like where you put it!
The laundry waits, my stepson goes to school, my husband works tomorrow & I stay home to clean and hang by the pool with my new sister in law & neice (rough, I know). Is there a specific point where you actually feel different after you say “i do”?