You know what’s nuts? I never wanted a wedding.
Seriously. The thought of walking down the aisle, in my opinion, was vomit inducing. It’s not that I never wanted to be married…I knew the instant Eric and I started dating that gettin’ him to be my husband was the only thing I wanted. It was just the idea of being the center of attention…all…day…long. That, combined with a slew of emotions and some good old fashioned social anxiety I’d surely convince myself I suffer from? Recipe for disaster.
Now, a little more than a week out from my wedding – the kind of wedding I never thought I’d have – I’m here to tell you my takeaways. A friend asked me if my wedding was everything I had imagined it to be and I can definitively tell you yes…and no.
I knew Eric would look handsome in his suit, but I had no idea how hubba-hubba my hubby-to-be would be. Sorry…can’t help it. I have the hots for him. I also didn’t realize how seeing him at the end of the aisle would calm me in the best of ways when I was nervous in the worst. All of a sudden, I was no longer worried about everyone’s eyes being on me. He was all I could see – and really all that mattered. I couldn’t wait to get down that aisle.
I had no clue a wedding cake could melt. I also didn’t think 100% humidity was an actual possibility. This atmospheric phenomenon – and my greatest wedding day fear – may have been to blame for the aforementioned cake melting.
A word to the wise – don’t check the weather incessantly the week before your wedding. It will, undoubtedly, change. If you refuse to listen to me and check the forecast like a freak every hour on the hour – at least try to have a sense of humor about how it just seems to go slightly downhill every time you take a peek.
Oh, and do yourself a favor…have dessert before dinner in case the cake up and melts on you.
I didn’t think I’d go out to breakfast by myself on the morning of my wedding and walk through rain that was unavoidable even with an umbrella. Nor did I think I’d befriend an elderly man over my meal. When I told him I was getting married later that day, he looked right at me with the biggest smile and said “God bless you.” As someone who’s not particularly religious, it seemed strange how much this resonated with me, but I realized as I walked back to my hotel that what struck me was how a complete stranger recognized what Eric and I were doing that day was a big friggin’ deal.
I knew the JP would mess up my name, but I didn’t think it’d be the middle name. After all, that was the only part she had consistently gotten right throughout all our trial runs. I knew the smirk from Eric after this misnomer was coming though. Called that one 🙂
I never thought my nephew could or would dance like that. Sure, I’ve been known to carve my name into a dance floor or two, but dang…that almost-eight-year-old left it all out there. He must take after his aunt 😉
I didn’t know that even after paying people small heaps of money to help you out on your big day with your photographs, music and all the other odds and ends that I’d actually end up feeling indebted to them. Everyone we worked with went above and beyond in the biggest of ways and without being asked. You know what else is pretty amazing? Those friends and family members doing favors and working/sweating their butts off so you can breathe a little easier. You guys know who you are. Should Eric and I someday decide to have children, have fun fighting over our first born.
I predicted all the head butting with my dad during the wedding planning process, but I didn’t think he’d let everything go on the day of so that he and I both could enjoy ourselves sans grudge. I also didn’t expect him to give me all the credit when someone complimented him on the day’s festivities at the reception, but words can’t express how much I appreciated the fact that he so proudly did. We couldn’t have done it without you, dad.
Above all, I didn’t think it was possible to love Eric more than I already did, but there’s something about standing up in front of the people who mean the most to you and professing your love for and commitment to one another. It’s like a new found respect. I was reminded yet again just how much than man of mine must love me.
I couldn’t be happier to call him my husband.
For those of you not into the mushy gush, fear not. I’ll be back with your regularly scheduled programming soon. After all, a girl’s gotta eat!