I have often heard my married friends say that they never would want to go back to their big day because it was hectic, stressful, didn’t go as they wanted and more complaints. If I had one wish today, I would just love to go back to my big day and see everything and every person again, shake my leg to those songs again, laugh again and dance merrily with my prince charming. I really enjoyed my big day. It was hectic but it was a sweet pain I am willing to take up again. And my husband agrees to this with me.
We had a day to parties and a day to the actual ceremony and both went beautifully with minor hiccups that weren’t heard by most of the guests. To find the correct decor specialist, I had spent months. Some were irresponsible and some became unavailable but I got no regrets for I feel, this all led me to the best decor team. Our catering too was a disaster when we went for food tasting but the chef did learn better and the food was fantastic, guests loved it (I was too busy to eat).
The crowd at our events was actually there for us and not simply turning up to show their faces, eating and walking away. Our guests were generally interested in what we were doing from making an entrance where all younger friends and family danced in pairs and gathered around the stage, making way for us, to watching us exchange rings, cut cake, our first dance, take our seats and then enjoy really special performances of friends and family. We were looking forward to show everyone our pre-wedding music video. It was quite different as I had ditched the white gown for something more traditional, and so was our music, but then everyone loved it. I love it.
I enjoyed being the centre of attention although I wish I had more time to talk more with everyone, I did make a small talk though. I enjoyed small ceremonies that I wasn’t aware of. I enjoyed impromptu poetry and word of advice. Everyone talking from their experiences and sharing the best with me. I liked all the lovely compliments I got that I cherish till date, for they made me happy then, and now.
While growing up, I always watched brides, looking so pretty and walking down the aisle, finally it was my turn to unite with the love of my life. My heart was beating so fast and palms sweaty. I tried not to look down but hold my head high and walk down as gracefully as I could. The actual wedding ceremony went by without a glitch. We had a color theme and all our guests complied with it. That was overwhelming. The flowers were perfect. The ambience was perfect.
I left my home looking dolled up to go to my new house and live with my now boyfriend-turned-husband but here was one major hiccup here. I got stuck in the elevator with few friends and family. And for a moment there I was really scared. All of the day’s event flashed by my eyes and I wondered what would happen next as we realised we weren’t just stuck inside the elevator but the elevator had fallen and we were hanging on to something not so strong. My dad got us out along with rest of the family within half an hour. May be that one incident help me walk away from the bad that was to come, realise how precious life is and be really happy for all that I have got.
I had tears in my eyes for not being able to believe that I was actually married now, but married to my boyfriend, with blessings of all the family, with best arrangements that we could make, for all special guests flying down for us, for friends being the family & cousins that I never had. I cried because I was in awe that I was a recipient of such a great blessing of the God, for I was and am and forever will be immensely thankful.