Well, you knew there was going to be a corollary, didn’t you?
So, we’re two days after the wedding and I’m still winding down from the rush of the day, which honestly, I’m having a hard time not using the word “perfect” to describe. (Note: I hate the idea of perfection (it’s death!), and generally avoid describing things as “perfect”, if at all possible.) But really, things on Saturday were as awesome as I could possibly ask for: Fantastic weather, everything was on time, everyone was so amazing in their help that they more than justified my faith, no one got badly hurt or lost, no one forgot anything important, everyone (as far as I can tell) had fun.
Go ahead. Describe that as your wedding day without using the word “perfect”. I dare you.
So, vocabulary ranting aside, how was everything? Overwhelming, and wonderful, and over in a happy, blinding, hug-filled flash. It’s true I wish some parts had gone slower, so I could have really taken more in, but I’m pretty sure that if it had, it would be an even longer recovery period for me to return to everyday life afterward.
I do have a couple pictures off my dad’s camera, but I think I want to hold off on those for a little bit. (What else am I holding out on? Who cried, and when, who may or may not have fallen into the pond, and who tried to put the ring on the wrong finger. Am I amping up the drama? Duh dah DAHN!)
I am totally including one shot of my bouquet, however, since my mom made it, and it’s now withered and sad-looking, and I loved it:
On the topic of photos though, I am glad we’re heading out of town soon so I’ll be conveniently distracted from thinking that September is kind of a long time to wait for my photographer to tidy up his pictures. (I know it really isn’t, but dude, there was a good 2.5 hours of posed picture-taking and I want to see how they turned out. More than that, my two lion-hearted bridesmaids, who clambered through mud and up slippery rocks in their heels for me and my pictures deserve to see them, I think. After all, the worst I endured was a damp dress towards the end, and that in the comfort of my running shoes.)
So, what are my notes, you ask? Of course you did:
- My single biggest piece of (practical) advice for brides? Bring sensible footwear for your photo session. The studio manager I talked to recommended flip flops. I took one look at where we were planning for photos, and packed myself a bag with sneakers. If I’d thought to pack water too, that would have been even better. (Lucky for me, one of the awesome groomsmen did think of it!)
- My non-practicality-based advice of course would be what everyone else says: don’t worry. Just let go of everything (because really, it’s probably too late at that point), and just enjoy. It will fly by, you will wish you’d spent more time looking around at everyone and marvelling in the whole experience… so don’t wish. Do it; soak it up.
- It took exactly one day for both The Boy and I to have scratches on our wedding bands. Apparently gold is too soft to keep up with our lifestyle. Do I regret not getting titanium? Not even for a second.
- My manicure lasted a record 2.5 days. I got it done late Friday afternoon, and it last until mid-day today at which point permanent marker and a bent nail (which caused the polish to crack) ended its prettiness.
- While it’s sweet of people to wish me “congratulations, again” and ask how I’m feeling after the fact, it is way more satisfying to hear about the parts of the day that made them laugh or that they’ll remember as fun times. While it was, I suppose, all about Us, it’s nice to know that other people will have happy memories of the day too — that is the point of inviting people to share, after all!
- To anyone planning a wedding out there, have a brunch or sushi-making session, or massive scrapbook-planning party, your honeymoon maybe, or something the day after. It’s likely that not much will stand up to the crazy joy of your wedding day, but without something to fill up the time for the day after, you’re going to feel a definite sense of anti-climax and hollowness.
- I’m a little worried that I am going to languish on cleaning my dress, and that it will go the way of my gorgeous formal dress from university (which is now counting 5 years, 4 months since the party, and I still haven’t washed the spilled beer out of the skirt; eww). For this reason, I have it hung in a very visible spot, where hopefully I will be inspired to sponge some of the mud and goose crap off the hems. Note to self: look up a specialist for dress cleaning.
- If I could do it again, I would put off present-opening for at least two or three days after the wedding. This could be because I always feel slightly guilty when people get me stuff, but I think having more time to focus on the memories, and people still in town (if they have time) would have been nice.
I was wrong about Saturday being the eye of the storm. From here on out, there’s just the pleasant business of life as usual ahead of me, steady work, punctuated by a nice trip to Scandinavia in week. There is also, however, a warm glow that permeates all of it, because even though I know that nothing has really changed for The Boy and me, that by including everyone else and shouting it from our mountain, our world is now a little smaller, our love a little stronger.
My life as a smug married (although hopefully more married than smug) starts out with a happy feeling of warmth, safety, and deep appreciation for all our friends and family who really made the day for us. Thank you guys!