The wedding was perfect. I’ve never been so happy and all the stress and starvation was completely worth it.
Sorry I’m a brat and complained about it for 11 months.
I woke up on my wedding day and felt an immediate need to puke everywhere. That feeling lasted the rest of the day during hair, makeup, and getting ready until I finally got to see Eric for the first time. I spent the night at my parent’s house before the wedding so we didn’t see each other all day and night but when I did get to see him, I knew everything was going to be okay. That was the moment it officially felt like we were getting married.
I was feeling really excited and calm right until it was time to walk down the aisle. I thought my heart would literally beat out of my chest and land on the floor. My favorite moment of the night, however, was walking down the stairs with my father towards the alter (aka the living room fire place) and seeing my vision finally come together. The guests, the candlelight, the flowers, everything. It was all perfect. My whole life I just wanted to be married and now I am. As completely cheesy and barfy as it sounds, it really was a fairytale.
We spent the rest of the weekend doing absolutely nothing and eating everything in sight. I felt so much relief when it was all over and I could get my life back to normal. The only thing I miss, besides getting to see all my friends and family, is getting my hair and makeup done on a daily basis. Life is so much better with a blow out and false lashes. We decided to not go on a honeymoon right away but we did put the dogs in the kennel and called it a vacation. When we picked up the dogs from the kennel on Monday, Toby immediately peed in the backseat of Eric’s truck.
Back to normal.