On Tuesday, Adam and I celebrate our 9 year anniversary and although in the early days, we both hoped we’d stay together…for the last four or five, we’ve known we will…and we’ve been talking marriage ever since. So when Ads finally proposed to me on the afternoon of new years eve, I naively thought that the wedding plans and all they entail would be a breeze…
How wrong was I?! Initially, we were happily embroiled in the celebrations, lapping up attention from ecstatic family and friends, whilst dreaming of our perfect day.
Found the perfect venue. Found another perfect venue at a snip of the price and booked it…all going well so far…we even approached caterers for quotes….
And then Dad was diagnosed with cancer. You know those adverts where patients describe what it’s like to be told? Same sensation when it’s your loved one. Utter disbelief. I know it should be a case of ‘the show must go on’, but I didn’t want it to. I couldn’t see past the next day, next doctors apt or operation…and so for 4 months, I tried to ignore making any plans.
A few weeks ago we received the incredible news that he was in remission. For me, it was like someone had pressed the ‘play’ button after being on ‘pause’…my heart felt ready to burst. It also made me re-asses. I would have moved mountains to have Dad witness our vows and his awesome sense of humour and stoic attitude taught me not to sweat the small stuff…
In short, our wedding has now evolved. The guest list is smaller, as we want to really spoil those who we dearly love; we’re focusing more on the ceremony than any other aspect of the day and I have made my own vows – to myself. If it rains (we are having an outdoor ceremony) let it rain! If I spill red wine down my dress (a habit of mine) then sod it…even if wild horses stampede the venue and crush my shabby chic dreams…c’est la vie. Life is too short.
This morning, we booked the caterers. x