So, it's fitting that my first 'life' blog post is about one of my most life-changing days: the day I married my husband!
Alex and I met in August of 2010, and after a magical engagement at Walt Disney World in June of 2012, we chose December 7, 2013 for our 'winter wonderland' themed happily ever after to begin.
Aside from me losing my garter while we were taking photos before the ceremony and nearly forgetting to wear 'something blue' (props to my Matron of Honor for loaning me a beautiful aquamarine ring she was wearing), it was a magical day, more beautiful and perfect than we could have ever hoped!
But now, let's get to the blog-worthy tale.
Let's just say that if your first night as a wife could earn you a rose, a la The Bachelor, I probably wouldn't have been offered one.
Upon returning to our wonderful suite at the fabulous Craftsman Inn, I promptly begged for assistance unbuttoning the (abundance of) buttons down the back of my dress so I could move comfortably and pulling the (abundance of) bobby pins out of my updo so my scalp wasn't permanently traumatized. Next, of course, I had to scrub the beautiful airbrushed makeup off my face so my skin could (FINALLY!) breathe again. Sigh. To be a woman, right?
I promptly remember that I (unintentionally, I swear!) forgot to pack anything to sleep in. Being the stellar husband that he is, Alex promptly offered me a pair of his basketball shorts, a tshirt and his sweatshirt. I gratefully accept, and we immediately zonk out.
Not so bad, right?
Cue 4:30 am. After the previous day's exhilarating events, I wake up STARVING, realizing I barely ate anything on our actual wedding day. Thankfully, the wonderful staff at the Craftsman had stocked our room with some snacks.
I'm getting a bit wordy, so let's skip to the moral of this post. See the pictures above?
Left: The Bride. Beautifully made-up, immaculate and perfect... the image my husband saw as I walked toward him down the aisle and he committed to spend forever with me. Right: The Wife. In husband's pajamas, pigging out on potato chips at 4:30 am.
In the end, our wedding day confirmed what we already knew: the wedding day is one day-- filled with glamour and fantasy; while marriage is a lifetime-- day after day of pajama-stealing, chip-eating madness.
I feel so lucky to have the memory of our fairy tale wedding day... but when I think of the roller coaster of life that I get to experience every day with my pajama-sharing best friend, I feel luckier still.
Now COME ON, DISH! Do you have a similar tale of the wedded bliss myth versus reality? An almost tradition-ruining wedding day occurrence? Or a love for eating chips at 4:30 am? I'd love to hear it!