Yesterday we went to our friends Laura and Dave’s wedding. Whilst Phil and I aren’t even engaged, I couldn’t help but wonder what our big day would be like.
I know exactly what I want. Leeds Town Hall followed by a big party, but there will have to be some kind of day ‘do’ for speeches and whatnot.
I have an idea of what kind of dress I’d like.
I know what food I want. BBQ and buffet for a summer wedding, or hog roast and buffet for a winter one.
I want a disco over a band.
I don’t want a break between the day do and evening do.
I do want Phil to be involved, make decisions and tell me what he’d like at one.
What I’d like for my wedding has drastically changed over the years, from wanting a full shebang white wedding, to wanting to go abroad, to now just wanting a small ceremony and a raucous celebration with friends and family.
But the thought of getting married fills me with stress, the cost, the number of people we’d have to invite, losing weight, being photographed, people looking at me and judging my choice of dress, people being offended that they/their kids haven’t been asked to be bridesmaids/page boys, the pressure to have stag/hen weeks abroad.
I’d happily marry Phil tomorrow, just me and him at a registry office. I don’t need all the pomp and grandeur of a big showy wedding.
When I do get married I hope it’s like Dave and Laura’s wedding, personal and perfect for us. It was wonderful to share their special day and enjoy all the quirks of their wedding.