Our wedding day

I woke up on the morning of the 21st July 2018 with a sore throat. I say 'woke up', I'm not sure that I actually slept. I headed down for a cuppa and a strepsil in an attempt to feel human. And actually microfibred my windows at 6:30am. The boys woke up, the sun was shining and Craig's mum arrived swapping the boys for flowers and a card from Craig. My sister and the makeup artist arrived in union and the nervous sicky feeling hit me for the first time, of what would be many, that day.

My sister went home, my mum arrived for her turn in the pamper chairs. And my maid of honour and  flower girls arrived along with the hairdresser. I stomached a yoghurt. I can remember greeting them at the door, spoon in hand, thinking I was too calm. Mccaullie the make up artist assured me it would change and boy was she right.

Next to arrive was the photographer. Is it weird to say he was my comfort blanket for the day? He calmed me down when I needed it the most. And seemed so in tune with my every emotion. I'm pretty sure every single one of my guests commented on him to me throughout the day, and I think that says more than my words ever will.

I can remember becoming aware of the time. It suddenly felt like it had run away with us. I was still having my hair done, nibbling a cheese sarni at the point where I should of been in my dress, sending the photographer to Craig at the church.

The car was outside as I dived head first into my dress. This for me is where I lost control. This is the bit I'd do again if I could.  I went from sitting in my kitchen to being outside the church in 30 minutes. I wanted to be on time, I wasn't going to be late. I told them to skip fastening my buttons, using the crotchet hook would take too much time, but by the time I walked down stairs the zip was undone. So Josh (the photographer) fastened them and by this point  I was overwhelmed. I was so hot and scared I was sure I was going to faint. I cried when my neighbour waved from the window. I cried to my boss outside the church because I couldn't walk in my underskirt (the stitching I had done to alter the waist had loosened making it slip down).  I cried up the aisle. They say walk slow, take it in, but I needed to get up there (which, let me tell you, didn't make my posture/face on my mid aisle photos great).

I needed to get through the ceremony as fast as I could without fainting. The church was a blur. The church id also love to do again, its such an important part. I remember Craig saying "you look stunning", and us showing each other our matching terrified hands. I blasphemed at one point too.

I'm going to hell.

We were pronounced husband and wife.

Confetti was thrown.

The church bells rang, they rang for me..a moment I've dreamt of my whole life but I still didn't fully take it in. I just wanted the underskirt off. It was the car driver that told me to actually. And I can honestly say it saved me from fainting.

On the run up to the wedding I loved the effect of the underskirt, I imagined myself spreading my dress and veil out for every shot. I didn't. I didn't care. My make up, my hair, how did it look? I didn't care. When they say on the day the small things won't matter they are right. During my photos I was absorbing alone time with my new husband. The ring on Craig's finger is what mattered. A week later, writing this on the drive home from our familymoon in Devon, I tear up every time I see it. So yes there are bits I'd like to redo again. But I now have the same last name as my boys and that's all that matters.

We did speeches, I cried some more. The cake was beautiful.

We had an awkward cake cut.

Followed by an even awkwarder first dance.

Then I got into my harry potter pjs , ate pizza delivery and stopped caring. The atmosphere changed and we had a fabulous night!


With thanks to all our venders/supplies, and to Josh for these photo's and generally being awesome!