I DO, AND I DID
I got married on Saturday. So, after so many years on this
earth I am a Mrs. It feels very strange to write that (for those of you not
invited, my apologies, it was a small intimate affair). The amazing thing about
a wedding – well, there are many many things – is that no matter if you are a
woman that has been planning it since you were five years old (I am NOT this woman) or if you are more like myself and the idea of planning it kept you up
nights (after night after night) due to the sheer headache of it all, on the
actual day, you can’t help but be utterly blown away by the experience. So
hence, I suppose all those sleepless nights were worth it.
I suppose it is due to the fact that there are so many
factors, that when they all successfully fall into place, help you arrive at
this place of utter contentment. For me, having that many people around me that
I love and adore (especially when wine is involved) makes me quite happy. What’s even better is that I somehow
managed to do my own make-up and was able to cover up my insomnia, whilst
pulling off a pair of very high shoes. Now that is cause for celebration. Then
of course there are the little things: the good food, the hysterical non
planned incidents that always seem to happen, the guest that gets too drunk (and
serenades and dances around a pineapple – I shall not name names BR), the
honeymoon suite that I don’t have to clean. Bliss.
And of course, I get to partake in my favorite past time on earth – no not
eating, that’s a close second – which is dancing, and I do this with utter reckless abandon.
As my partner…wait, MY HUSBAND, well tell you, I am an absolute maniac on
the dance floor with no vanity or shame when it comes to busting out my moves.
I think dancing is purely about feeling and vanity should be checked at the
door with one’s eye bags. And trust me, dance I did. I danced so much I will be
hobbled for the next twelve months, but damn did it feel good.
But of course the pinnacle of the night was that I got to
walk down the aisle towards this amazing man…this incredibly hot, generous man
(I’m newly married, so I was told to compliment him a lot) that is my best
friend in the whole world. And when I got down the aisle, the look on his face
was one I will never forget – of course I was so nervous I don’t remember much
else, although I do remember that I kept trying to whisper things to him because I need
to talk when I’m nervous. Surprising isn’t it?
So were the clichés all true – did the day go too fast? For
certain. Do I wish I could do it all again? I’d do it tomorrow…and the next
day, and the next. In fact, for someone that was never quite into the
institution, the party is so kick ass, I highly recommend it to anyone. So, I’m
off to clean the house…apparently that’s still in my job description despite my
promotion…and don’t worry my fellow feminists; the husband has to clean the
toilet. He’s not getting off that easy. Ah marriage, ain’t teamwork grand?
Happy Monday.