PART 1:
Hi everyone,
We got married August 1st – I cannot believe that’s over a month ago now – so I thought it was about time I wrote you lovely brides a report.
My Husband (eek!) and I have been together for nearly 7 years, we met when I was 17 and he was 20 – in Sainsburys car park of all places through mutual friends! We went on a date almost immediately and have been inseparable ever since. We bought our first house just over two years ago, and he proposed in March 2014 on one knee in the rain on the bridge at Blenheim Palace.
Back when we first met:
I was the most super organized bride ever and everything was done well in advance. This worked out in my favour as it meant I could really enjoy and relax in the last few weeks and focus on handing over work projects, seeing friends and family, and spending some quality time with my soon to be husband.
The day of the wedding I was up at 6am, coffee in hand, calmly gazing out of the kitchen window wondering what the day would have in store. We had one of my husband’s employees arrive at 7am with a van to take over all the flowers (we did DIY from a flower farm for all our centre pieces and random floral venue décor). He went straight to the venue and we left home about half an hour later.
We arrived at the venue and started setting everything up – as all our décor was DIY I’d drawn up room plans for each area of the venue and outside so my bridesmaids, mum, and auntie, could help me set up without bombarding me with 100 questions.
I soon realised the driver had returned back home with our large blackboard signs still in the van and our venue was an hour from home. The signs came over with my husband’s parents an hour before the ceremony was to start – the first minor hiccup.