Yep I’m butting right on in again. This time because it’s Katie’s last post. I love Katie, she has been an absolute dream to work with and I know she and Scott have years and years of happiness and love ahead of them. Please leave Katie some thanks and congratulations in the comments section below, the wedding is this weekend…..!!!!
Wowzers. Where has the time gone? It literally feels like yesterday that The Boy was down on one knee asking me that all-important and in some ways, life-changing question.
I’m getting married on Saturday.
Even just thinking about it, and writing those words makes my heart beat faster, the craziest of butterflies flutter around inside of me, and my palms get rather warm and clammy.
The roller-coaster of emotions that I’m feeling is so intense – incredible anticipation, excitement, happiness, nerves… all raw feelings that I can barely control.
After a few weeks filled with to do lists, delegating tasks and a few blips, just about everything is finally sorted. My dress is waiting patiently at my mum’s house, boxes filled to the brim with pretty bits and pieces are ready to go to Oulton Hall (https://www.devere.co.uk/our-locations/oulton-hall), the rings have been collected (mine’s a surprise… eeek!), and our church rehearsal is just a few hours away.
Last Minute Dress Drama
It’s all peaceful (ish) now, but there may have been a little bit of drama over the past week. My dress. Oh, how it has caused me stress!
Last weekend, I decided that I should really try my dress on again, just because I could. So, there I stood in my mum’s lounge, dress on, waiting patiently for her to fasten it. My patience quickly turned into blind panic once it was on, as it didn’t fit. At all. It literally hung off me, and would give our guests quite a treat if they were to see me in it like that! 😉
It turns out the seamstress hadn’t taken it in enough, and I’ve shrunk (for the first time in my life!) since my final fitting. We needed to get it sorted, fast.
First stumbling block – my dress is from London and I live way up north in good ol’ Yorkshire. Second stumbling block – it needed more than just a few quick alterations.
Third stumbling block – the wedding was in less than a week.
Fortunately, my amazing knight in shining armour, aka mum, came to my rescue. Her persistence, efficiency and persuasive ways talked us into securing an appointment with their top seamstress, who also happens to be based up north.
After several hours on the motorway, a full day in a bridal shop, and trying on my dress over and over again, it was sorted, with four days to go. Phew.
Reflections and Realisations
In amongst the far too recent madness, I became incredibly reflective of my relationship with The Boy, and now the realisation of the enormity of what we are about to do is staring at me hard in the face.
The Boy has always said that we were meant to be. I’m not a massive believer in fate, but he may just have a point…
We met about 10 years ago, but we’re not the conventional kind of childhood sweethearts. I thought he was too cocky, laddish and needed to re-think his choice of shirts. He thought I was aloof, sarcastic and too clever for my own good. A match made in heaven, no? 😉
Despite this, he would tell me far too often that I was the girl that he would one day marry. I thought he was mad, joking and somewhat ridiculous.
As we grew up, in different directions – me to university, America, London…anywhere but home; him firstly to the navy and then into a job which led him away for weeks at a time – we still found the time for each other. We shared friends, drinks, dating disasters – almost everything, but never a relationship.
Then, something changed. I’m not sure what it was, but something just clicked into place. It became our time.
Fast forward five incredible, memorable years, and we are less than 48 hours away from marriage. Who’d have thunk it (apart from The Boy)?
There are a few people who never thought this day would come, and if I’m honest, I know there are some who didn’t want this to happen for us. And, I’d be lying if I said our relationship was perfect and rosy all the time, it isn’t. It’s not a fairytale, it’s real life.
We’re both passionate, opinionated, stubborn people – who both happen to be only children… so sparks may fly from time to time!
Life has thrown some rubbish curveballs in our direction too – some unavoidable, some brought on by ourselves; but we’ve always overcome them, worked through them and moved on… together.
For the past 18 months, we have been immersed in all things wedding, and on the whole, aside from a several hiccups and setbacks, its been amazing. But, I’ll be the first to admit that it’s can be too easy to concentrate on the actual wedding – the decorations, the dress, the flowers – rather than the bigger picture.
Two months ago, a few things jolted everything back into perspective. Within the space of a week which saw me stupidly bash my car into someone, I found out that my dad had the dreaded c-word, and The Boy lost his job.
Fortunately, in double quick time he was back in work, and we’ve recently found out that dad will be okay, but still. It was a lot to swallow. I felt like everything was unravelling, fast.
I forgot about the wedding, about this day that we’ve been planning… it just didn’t matter. The Boy was there for me, no questions asked. He let me cry, shout, be a general misery and he didn’t judge me. He knew the right words to say, the right things to do and I am ever grateful of that.
To sum it up quite simply, he is my rock.
Before this turn of events, I knew he was my something special – no one else even comes close. He makes me laugh like no one can, he supports and encourages me with everything, and I can truly be my ridiculous and childish self with him. But, without dwelling on what’s happened, it’s given me so much clarity.
*Day 5, Glastonbury 2011: if we can survive five days of mud, rain, camping and lack of washing… then we can survive anything!
Yes, the thought of rocking up to the church and seeing 110 pairs of eyes on me, looking expectantly, taking in my dress and me, absolutely terrifies me. But, I’m only doing it for one person, no one else. No other thought or opinion matters, only ours.
Our wedding is only one day, and no matter how much effort and hard work we’ve put in to making it reflective of who we are and what we want our day to be, it’s the marriage that counts, and what we make of it.
I know it won’t always be easy, but having Scott, aka The Boy, by my side along the way, will make the ride so worthwhile… and a hell of a lot of fun.
Ladies… I’ll see you on the flip side; and my husband-to-be, I’ll see you at the end of the aisle in a dress that actually fits!