Friday
I went to get my nails done with one of my bridesmaids, only they had no record of our appointment. They still managed to squeeze us in and did a great job. While we were in town we had to hunt for 20 coin batteries as I’d discovered the night before that the led tealights for the centrepieces didn’t work. I also had my underarms waxed but unfortunately ended up getting burnt under one arm. We went for a meeting with our new wedding co-ordinator as ours had quit 3 days before. She was lovely and seemed a lot more organised and approachable then the old one so this put my mind at rest. OH decided he wanted new cufflinks at 2.30pm and my mam still hadn’t got a bra to go with her dress so I sent them into town together before I throttled them for leaving it until the last minute!
OH and our son were sleeping at his dads and left at 6pm so I had a shower and chilled out before my bridesmaids, mum and auntie arrived for a few glasses of champers. We had a lovely night and were all slightly hyper and talked non-stop about the wedding. The people who were staying eventually got to bed around 11.30 but I didn’t get much sleep, partly due to nerves and partly because my underarm was on fire because of the wax burn – ouch.
Saturday
I woke at 4.59am and could hear MOH already awake tiptoeing around downstairs. There was no way I could get back to sleep so went and joined her. The two of us had a little chat while we started to get ready and the tears started flowing. My hairdresser arrived and worked a miracle and up to that point everything was calm and chilled.
At 8.15am chaos descended on the house. There was me, 5 bridesmaids, my mam, dad, and auntie all trying to get me and themselves ready. The florist arrived with my flowers and she hadn’t sent my gran and nanna’s corsages so they ended up wearing mens buttonholes but they probably didn’t even notice. My brothers then arrived to pick up the mens buttonholes and the cars also arrived. It was a manic hour!
Eventually everyone was ready to leave and we made our way to the church. When we got there I saw one of our ushers running up to the church, he’d gone to the wrong one and only just made it on time! Before I knew it I was walking up the aisle and it went so quickly I hardly had time to take it all in. I had to hold my dress up slightly at the front as it kept getting caught under my feet so my dad ended up linking me instead of me linking him.
When the music returned the dancefloor was filled for the the rest of the evening. We all had a blast and the atmosphere was amazing – lots of laughter, singing and happy tears. My mam and aunties were up doing Irish dancing and playing the spoons and my brother tried to teach my mam how to breakdance, it was hilarious but not a pretty sight. None of us wanted the evening to end and we ended practically getting kicked out at 1.30am.
It truly was the most perfect and amazing day of my life and I loved every second!
