Something pretty incredible happened exactly a year ago, I became Mrs Go.
Got a tad nostalgic watching the video… love hearing our vows :)
Something pretty incredible happened exactly a year ago, I became Mrs Go. As cliché as it sounds, it was indeed the most magical day of my life.
I still remember so clearly all that anticipation and excitement in the weeks lining up to that Breakfast at Tiffany’s themed wedding - fretting over everything and anything. Spending too many hours at the printers trying to perfect that annoying shade of robin egg blue, burning (literally) weekends with the wax seal and turning our bedroom into a first-world sweatshop - it was the most amount of art & craft I’ve had to do in my entire life. And I absolutely hate anything arty farty.
And then on that very day, every little detail went to plan - we got married at this gorgeous colonial house with the perfect mix of lush greenery, it was our my dream wedding. I was totally blown away by what my wonderful peeps had transformed the venue into (love, love, love you guys!)…
Until it started pouring 30 minutes before we were supposed to march in. Not just a passing shower, but a bloody full-on mega hugeass thunderstorm. And it’s not like I didn’t prepare for this - I got my virgin bff to plant all those chilli and onions for me. Isn’t that supposed to keep the rain gods happy?! (I’m so judging your virginity now, B.) I wanted to cry but I couldn’t because my makeup’s all done.. I wanted to throw a huge bitchfit at the boy like I always do (“I told you we should have gotten that fking marquee!”) but he was with the boys and nowhere to be found. When I finally did manage to get hold of him on the phone, all I got was a super cheerful reply that was totally unnecessary, "Don’t worry baby girl! Nothing will stop us from getting wedded tonight!"
It was only later that he told me he was actually working on getting things settled… the start of many many more years of settling things for me :)
The downpour stopped 20 minutes later and I soon forgot about it.
And I also soon forgot what happened the rest of the night.
I felt like I was floating on air and high on life (and lots of champagne) sharing the moment with the man of my dreams and my loved ones. My cheeks ached the next day, from smiling so much all night long.
I was truly happy that night; under the stars and twinkling lights… combined with the warmth that was felt in every aspect – from the smiles on everyone’s faces to the touching words that were spoken…
Until the boy got so totally wasted and passed out.
On the hotel corridor.
Only to wake up to puke all over my side of the bed.
But this is what I signed up for… and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
So, happy anniversary my dearest fats!
If I knew being married would be this awesome, I’d have made you propose sooner!
Thank you for putting up with all my nonsense (I know it’s a lottttt hehe) and I promise to try my very very very best to be a good wife and to love you till the end of time.