I don’t usually butt in on the Real RMW Brides posts, but I just had to say, this is Naomi’s very last (pre-wedding) post. We gush a lot on the blog about what we *love*, but truthfully, I shed a tear reading this from Naomi. It’s a brilliant read and she actually included an image of her wedding planning scrapbook, but I decided to leave it out as the words here are all you need. And for an image heavy blog, that says an awful lot.
Naomi, it’s been a pleasure having you, meeting you, dressing you up for the shoot and hearing your wedding planning journey. I hope the wedding and married life itself are better than you even dream of…
1 day to go
What the fudge?
As you read this… I will have parted ways with my gorgeous man and most likely be sipping some bubbly at lunch with my girlies (read: running around like a blue arsed fly). But as you may know, these posts are written a tiny bit in advance. So, although I cannot tell you how I am going to be feeling today. I can tell you how I was feeling a week ago when this post was written.
Scared/excited/anticipating/tired/happy/nervous/euphoric/angry/self conscious/loved up/ underappreciated/unreasonable/numb/jittery/lazy/energectic/overwhelmed/proud/passionate/impatient/courageous/confident/exhilarated/relieved/free/appreciated/ grateful.
Yeah… I know… It’s being really exhausting. I just feel like I’m in a giant washing machine full of all these emotions just coming at me in waves. But you know what? It’s so so exciting! I have never ever felt this strongly about someone or something before in my life. I want it with all of my heart and soul and now it’s actually going to happen.
I would have drowned in it all if it wasn’t for my big bag of rocks.
Rock #1: My Mum: This has been a difficult process for my Mum and I, being in different countries. At times we have both felt isolated and lonely. But now that the day draws nearer, I can honestly say that I am so superbly proud of her. She has been the rock that I needed, always on the end of the phone with a comforting word or reassuring solution to my problems.
Rock #2: The Chief: Aisling. My cousin. My best friend. My sister. Often referred to as ‘my souls counterpart in another.’ This girl has intensively studied the role of chief bridesmaid. To the point that I now hear the words “You don’t need to worry, that’s my job”, on a daily basis.
Rock #3: Becks: Bridesmaid numero deux and best friend extraordinaire. As a fellow planning bride (with impeccable taste), Becks has been my go to woman for all creative decisions and melt down reassurances along the way. I love this girl.
Rock #4: Sarah: My one and only sister. This fourteen year old beauty has been more than patient with my constant changes of mind. She has been pulled from pillar to post looking for everything from Bridesmaids dresses to eyeliner. And not a single teenage strop in sight.
Rock #5: Gerard: My big wee brother. Who gave me his laptop when our computer broke, who came to technophobe Gavin’s rescue by downloading our entire wedding reception playlist, who always helps me cope when things became too much.
Rock #6: My Dad: The single most generous man that ever existed and Daddy of all problem solvers. He made regular hour long trips to our flat (he works in Scotland) to cook Gavin and I steak dinners, while we slaved away on some DIY project. I am a total Daddy’s girl and I know I will break at the point he hands me over.
Rock#7: Gavin: No words will ever describe just how deep the love I feel for this man goes. He is, and will always be, my favourite.
What Gavin Did…
Naomi asked me a few months ago if I’d like to help contribute to her last post as a RMW Real Bride. To give the guys side of all the ups and downs of the whirl wind which has been our life for the last year and a half. So here I am; a RMW Real Groom (just writing that freaked my beans so bear with me and we’ll all get through this together).
I knew way before Naomi did that I was going to marry her. I had told my brother (the best man), and his casual reaction, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, only cemented the fact that in my heart of hearts I already knew: I was going to ask the girl my dad calls Belfast Betty to marry me.
Immediately after I proposed, we went head long into planning our wedding. Well Naomi did, I just went head long into a brain melt down. We had set ourselves such a huge goal in such a small amount of time, before I knew it I was up at the doctors getting advice on stress relief. Had I bitten off more than I could chew? For a while it felt as if the financial strain had head butted me like a Glaswegian after a Celtic v Rangers match. I had started all this by proposing but it was Naomi who saved me, countless times, from complete meltdown. It has been hard over the last year and a half but I’m so so so proud of us both. Sure things are still to be done, the flat is a total kip and wee jitters wobble us both every now and then but I wouldn’t want to be in any other persons shoes right now. If there are any regrets over the engagement it’s that too often I’ve wished it away. I just want to be married.
Naomi took complete control of the wedding planning straight from the off. (Do you brides-to-be get this knowledge implanted at birth?) Anyway, I was totally eager to do as much as I could to help with the wedding planning. In the end it’s been pretty much all Naomi’s work (I bet you could see that one coming). Don’t get me wrong I’ve put forward ideas and my opinions on loads of stuff and worked long hard hours to keep us afloat but Naomi’s interior designer head was way out in front. I found the planning tedious and frustrating at times. When we had to start physically doing stuff, I felt way better. 140 handmade favours when it turns out there are only 110 people going to the meal? I’m brilliant at that.
So it’s squeaky bum time. The wedding is next week as I write (tomorrow as you read this) and I’m busting to be married to my beautiful girl. I have no nerves at all although I’m sure I will on the day. I haven’t written my speech because deep down I know, as big Rab Marley once sang, “every little thing, is gonna be alright.” I’m really looking forward to having all the ones we love in the same place and to having a blast together. Even without all the hoo-ha that goes along with a wedding, I’m just looking forward to declaring myself to Naomi and that’s really all there is to it.
As for marriage and the rest of our lives together. I want it all but this time I’m not gonna wish it away. I’m looking forward to watching Naomi grow into the most amazing woman. To doing all our firsts together; from deciding which island is next on our round the world honeymoon to deciding what house to buy. It feels a big blank canvas and me and my amazing wife to be have all the crayons to colour it in with. It feels like I’m about to start my life.
So as we bugger off, leaving the world of wedding planning mania behind, we would like to say thank you. Thank you to Rebecca, Charlotte, Adam and the entire Rock My Wedding community. You have made this whole process feel like the world’s longest girly sleepover (sorry Adam) full of love, advice and support. Tomorrow’s gonna rock.
See you on the flipside.
Ever the grateful,
Naomi & Gavin