Well, picture this:
You decide to have your dream wedding, which more or less consists of you, your darling FH, four close friends and a civil ceremony in the most regal, elegant City Hall. You have the perfect vintage bright red silk dress, your honey has his favorite vintage style pinstripe suit, a pair of vintage milgrain wedding bands from Tiffany’s and instead of reception you plan on leaving for a short holiday on a Greek island.
And then, news travel. Fast. His family got to know, your family got to know. And suddenly you find yourself with dozens of relatives and friends and old friends who want to travel from the other side of the country just to be there for your wedding, and parents starting to push for the more formal, traditional thing, and you have nor the time neither the money for it -and did i mentioned this was NOT your dream wedding?- but after all the pressing you decide to let your dream go (or at least most of it) and please parents and relatives.
In order to make this possible, and being on a super tight budget, your wedding becomes a huge DIY project, where you prepare almost everything from scratch: ceremony and dinner party decoration, guest book, wedding favors, invitations, music for the party, video and photo shooting, bridal makeup and best of all? food and wedding cake since the dinner was to be held in our garden.
So, when the day arrived, I hated it. Or at least half of it.
We were both tired, I had insomnia the night before and HAD to get up really early (God knows I’m NOT a morning person), I had lost weight during the last couple of weeks without realizing it and the dress had to be altered that very same morning, the hairdresser was not in time, our best man decided to surprise us with a band that came over to serenade to us -while I was trying to finish my makeup-, the car with driver we had arranged supposedly messed up the adress and never showed up, my heels were killing me (not easy task wearing 5.9 inch heels when most of the day you are with running shoes), and when we finally left the house we realized nobody had remembered to take the house keys, so at the end we had to pay for a locksmith to open the door for us.
I did not know if I wanted to cry, scream, or run away from it all… I yelled at my fiance, I yelled at my mom, I was frustrated, over stressed, tired. During the ceremony my body was there, but my mind not. I barely remember any of it, BUT when it was over, it was like a miracle happened. Suddenly I realized that the most important thing of all was the man beside me holding my hand.
After that, everything went smoothly. I felt happy, calm, more beautiful than ever, the photo shooting was a huge success as was our dinner and party afterwards.
Sometimes I still long for our “dream wedding”, but at the end I would not change a thing of our wedding day. I just wished I was not so stressed so I could enjoy each and every moment of it.