- 5 years ago
- Wedding: December 2013
I live in England, and throughout December we had such horrible weather, rain, flooding, and the weather forecast was threatening feet of snow. However, when we woke up the morning of the wedding, this was the weather! Perfect!
My BM’s and I got ready in the room we stayed in together, It was hectic because we had a hiccup with the bridesmaid dresses, which ultimately meant the makeup/hair timetable went out the window and I was still having my makeup done at 1:45, not dressed, when the wedding started at 2pm. Oops.
As soon as my hair and makeup was done I ran up to the Four Poster Room where 2 of my friends (who used to work with me at a bridal salon) helped me put on my beautiful dress.
I had held it together all morning, but the moment I was stood in the lobby with my dad, waiting for the car, I just burst into tears – happy tears of course! The ride to the venue was emotional, but the driver helped to keep the mood light and full of laughs.
I quickly did the confirmation with the registrar of all my details, and then it was go time! Originally I wanted to have a typical English church wedding, but when I found this venue, it had a chapel INSIDE IT. The venue is a private catholic school, and the girls have their services in their each day. As such, catholic weddings, and non-conformist weddings (which we are) can take place there. I was 100% set on the venue at that point. I also loved the Italian feel that so much of the architecture had – which is where my Darling Husband and I got engaged.
As I was nervously breathing before my entrance, I was trying to time my walk in to the right moment in the song. I said to my dad that I was worried I would be late and keep everyone waiting even longer, to which he replied ‘You know, when you were born you kept us all waiting. I was so scared that we would lose you…’ and I just burst into tears again – RIGHT AS I HAD TO ENTER.
I cried for the ENTIRE walk up the aisle, and as a result I look terrible in our wedding video, sniffing at the start and breathing funny as I tried to compose myself. My dad was supposed to lift my veil BUT HE FORGOT and sat down! Which left me trying to whisper to my Darling Husband to lift the veil haha. Thankfully he got the idea and did it. The ceremony was beautiful, but it did have some hiccups.
For example, we had to leave to sign the register, and after we were pronounced husband & wife the minister made this arm gesture that I thought meant ‘ok go sign the register now’, SO I TURNED AND STARTED TO LEAVE. Darling Husband followed my lead and we both turned at which point the minister had to stop us. Incredibly embarrassing, but we laughed it off. I also messed up the unity candle part, so that makes for funny video viewing…
We had some drinks after the ceremony (which felt like it FLEW by), and before I knew it it was time for the meal.
It was lovely taking everything in at the meal, and just sitting back and watching for a while.
My dads speech was wonderful, I cried a lot, and surprisingly so did 4 or 5 of our guests. My Darling Husband didn’t plan his speech at all, so he was sinking to begin with, but he pulled it off with a few jokes and some lovely words at the end.
We got a few photos of our wonderful cake – we went through a couple less than great bakers, either poor decoration skills or burnt the taster cakes, before finding an indian baker who did our beautiful cake! The decoration is supposed to mimic the details on my dress. We had one tier chocolate, vanilla, and red velvet. It went down very well, and we even saved a tier for our first anniversary.
After that we had our photos – our photographer did them after the meal which isn’t normal. It was quite upsetting because it was 10pm before we had finished them (I was only 20mins late for the wedding, and we made that time up during the cocktail hour, so it shouldn’t have impacted anything else), but It meant I didn’t get one photo with my grandparents (only one set are alive), as they left at 9pm and we couldn’t find the photographer to do an impromptu one. Thankfully our videographer got a lot of footage of them – he was amazing.
I danced with my dad to Dancing in the Moonlight – topload (it was always our ‘tune’ when I was younger), and then with my new husband to All the little things (the lyrics have quite personal meaning for us), and then we partied the night away – well, for about 2 hours! Surprisingly we all stayed relatively sober, except for the best man who comically tore his (rented) shirt open during a song, and one of my cousins who apparently threw up on the front lawn…
All in all a wonderful day, my only regret is not slowing down and experiencing it more slowly.