I have been reading another’s blog about the celebration of a wedding anniversary and she had written about some of the things that happened ( not so perfect) on the day of her marriage.
I started to think about the effort people ( I too was one ) put into making this day just right and at the time when things don’t go quite right , it seems such a big deal. But, years down the track it’s these things that we laugh at.
As queen of analogies I’ll relate my thoughts based on a holiday. The excitement starts when you decide to take a trip somewhere. It builds in your mind as you spend time and money planning how to get there. You purchase the tickets and then before you know it you are on the road/ in the air/ on the oceans. Then you notice the irritations, the transport is late, you forget your hair straightener , the person in the seat in front reclines immediately the seat belts sign is switched off.
These problems seem unsurmountable ….then you arrive at your destination. If you are unlucky the weather turns bad and you can see no way to enjoy yourself. The only thing you can see to do is to go home, back to how things were before you chose the trip. Then, maybe try again later. .. Or not.
For most, it’s not all perfect but very close to it, even bad weather is bearable if you look at it positively. So you laugh about what happened on the trip and realise that was such a trivial part of the adventure. Then when you return home you are able to face the drone of life with the happiness that grows as you look over the photos, keeping the memories alive.
But back to those irritations on THE BIG DAY!
Mine started off with the first 30C September day in years occurring so off came the silk stockings ( didn’t show under the huge layers of my dress anyway). Arriving at the church I became bridezilla . I can’t believe I actually threatened my flower girl niece with a ” no walk down the aisle , no parasol to keep “- so sorry Gill – yes, she walked and adorably I must say. 🙂 It seemed like everything that went wrong was a big deal. 25 years later we ( not so sure about my niece tho) laugh about those things and I have come to realise the actual day was a celebration but it was the years that followed that actually mattered .
So, how did your big day go? Share a comment here 🙂