A Day to Remember

The common advice I got before my wedding was to enjoy the day because it will just fly by before your eyes. So being the semi-anal planner-on-crack that I am, I gathered up all that good advice, put it in my pocket and made a mental note. Don’t let the day fly by…you must somehow, magically stop time. I prepared myself with a mantra and went into my wedding day with...enjoy and slow down. Again… enjoy and slow down. Again and again. Over and over.

Well friends…I have some earth shattering news. You cannot stop time. You cannot even slow down time. And if there is one particular day that you can absolutely, not even microscopically slow time, it is your wedding day. Honestly, it’s as though someone presses fast forward on that day and then BOOM! You wake up the next morning and can’t really remember what happened.

My wedding day was nothing short of getting something slipped into my drink, waking up the next day, rolling over in bed and saying to the person next to you, “What the HELL just happened?” Except that person is now you husband, which is awesome.

I do remember smiling a lot. So much in fact, that my face hurt by 10am. My girls and I woke up early, walked to the farmers’ market, sipped on Chico Chai and then washed it down with Champagne. Hair was curled and sprayed, eyelashes carefully glued on and I slipped into my dress. It was 3:00pm. The entire day had magically been sucked away into the universe to never return. If this was how the remainder of the evening was going to play out, I was screwed. Mental note: enjoy and slow down.

I remember accidentally bumping into my Dad in a doorway before the ceremony. He had to take his sunglasses off to wipe his tears away and I worked really hard to swallow the lump in my throat.

I remember walking down the aisle with death grip on my Dad’s arm, afraid to look anyone in the eye for fear of just totally loosing it. Instead, I looked straight ahead at my husband to be and everyone else just melted away. I remember while saying my vows, Bobby’s voice came out so strong and serious. Mine, I barely recognized, it was soft and choked up. When it was time to kiss, I couldn’t get enough…I am pretty sure there were three smooches to seal the deal.


I don’t remember what I ate for dinner. I know what was served, but I don’t have a clue what actually ended up on my plate or even into my stomach. My Dad’s speech put me over the top. Really, you had to bust out that book?



I don’t remember too much about cutting the cake. I know I looked at Kate, our photographer, and asked in front of everyone, “How do we do it?” Dumb. The cake was divine and I remember Bobby kept trying to feed me bites so I didn’t miss any of the flavors. I remember feeling too busy to be bothered with cake…dancing, chatting or simply spinning out of control with my head in the clouds.



I remember the dance floor was packed from the start. I remember looking around and in every direction seeing my most favorite people on earth. How did this happen, how did they all get here? I told myself before the wedding, I will be a cool, calm, controlled and classy bride. Ha! That went out the window at about the second song. See pic below, as it has class written all over it (wiping sweat from brother's forehead, beer in hand).


And then it was done, the day was over. 12 months of planning with a lot of sweat and only a few tears. A lot of phone calls, emails and excel spreadsheets. Ever single second was worth it. I would do it all again in a heartbeat. That was the wedding, but now I am ready for the marriage.

So now my advice to future brides, enjoy because the day will fly by.
Yeah. Good luck with that.