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I’m sure you’ll remember that I’m working my way through the list of common ambitions found on this site , in my attempt to turn 40 in some kind of style, but funnily enough this was not high on my list of priorities.
Probably because being married already it wouldn’t be very practical from a logistical perspective, although it would be a good excuse for a knees up.
Funnily enough I wasn’t that enthusiastic, first time round either. I can remember assuring a friend at someone else’s wedding in February that we wouldn’t be getting married, we didn’t feel the need, thank you very much. Yet, there we were knot tying before the end of May the same year. We’ll probably forget our wedding anniversary again this year, as we do most years. Ironically it’s our son that usually remembers, ironic because he was the only member of the family not present at the event.
Needless to say, it wasn’t a big do, but it was fun, and I’d probably do it the same if I could go back. Well except for a few details.
I’m sure my nephew would agree with me wiping out the sibling stone fight that resulted in him nipping off to A& E with his mum and a couple of guests to have his head stitched back together. It probably means I’m one of the few brides who had to scrub down her mother-in-law’s patio (where the drinks were served) to get rid of the blood stains. Outside the mafia that is.
Most of the other guests seemed to appreciate the delay in the proceedings brought on by this minor mishap, more time to enjoy the champagne and sunshine I’m sure they felt, some of them certainly did, we could tell later.
Before we married it didn’t bother me one jot that my daughter would be present at the event, in fact it was quite sweet, a close friend went outside with her and her cousin of a similar age, to watch them pick flowers from the graveyard and then they came dashing up the aisle to give them me during the service.
In retrospect however, taking time out from the meal to bath and bed her, and worse still, getting up with her at 7am the next day has now made me a “no children before marriage” militant, not from a morality point of view, but from an organizational one.
Finally, with retrospect, I would splash out on a nearby hotel room for happy couple. Although it was lovely to spend time with my parents, I doubt many couples spend their first night of married bliss on the living room floor, a couple of feet away from my parents on the sofa bed. We can’t complain, my witness and her husband were under the kitchen table.
I just hadn’t expected my husband’s last words on the day to be, in his sexy French accent, “your farzzer, ‘e snores”. I have to add that the poor boy already realized what he was letting himself in for by that point.
It’s interesting to note, that in French there’s no different word for wedding, and marriage, as if the day represents the whole thing, what a worrying thought, did your day reflect your marriage??
Apart from that, there’s nothing I’d do differently next time, not that they’ll be a next time – or is that tempting fate?
What about you? What would you do differently next time?