Now, if you’re anything like me you’ll love a good nosy at people’s wedding albums. So I thought I’d divert away from the no sleep/teething/baby sick style post and instead, share an insight into the day I became Prosecco Wife!
Lager Dad and I have been together now for 10 years, I think; there’s a bit of discrepancy along the way but it’s at least that (for my sins)…our relationship history was a bit like standing at the bus stop – I waited for what seemed forever for the bling and then when I finally got that, I also got a fertilised egg two months later. I say that flippantly, we’d waited seven months for that fertilisation. Seven loooooong months.
Fast forward 18 months, Sofia was almost a year and Stuart said something about ‘another baby’, my response was something along the lines of ‘no fucking way’ and threw in the ‘not until we’re married as I’m not having a different surname to another child’. Surely that’s why you got engaged I hear you cry. Well, no. I think he just asked, purely just to stop me nagging and slowing up at every jewellers we passed. Now there was a baby/wedding loggerhead. I won.
We decided to get hitched on Saturday 7 May 2016, three years after we got engaged.
We chose to have our wedding at the stunning Titchfield Barn which is Segensworth/Whiteley/Fareham sort of area. We were looking for a venue which we could completely make our own and put our own stamp on things and as soon as the doors to the biggest barn in Hampshire flung open we knew we’d found the place. We didn’t even look anywhere else!
I stayed at a hotel with my four bridesmaids the night before and in true ‘us’ style it got to 9pm and we headed out for a McDonald’s drive thru, buzzing with nerves and excitement. I couldn’t have got through that morning (or life in general) without these four girls. They are out of this world friends and I love each one of them all differently yet the same.
As we were getting married and holding the reception all at the barn, we decided to do the ‘getting married’ bit at 2pm. To be honest we were both dreading that bit. Me because I had to navigate my way down about one thousand stairs, yes stairs, with everyone staring at my petrified, ugly crying face silently praying I would reach the bottom in one piece, and LagerDad just because he was signing his life away to me.
I walked down the aisle to an old 80’s classic – Michael McDonald’s Our Love, you can have a little listen here
After that part, we mingled outside to some acoustic music which was provided by the fantastic Danielle May and the sun shone brightly, which was amazing as the days leading up to the wedding where bleak and overcast. We all drank far too much prosecco and then it was time for speeches and food. And this was the part that Stuart really was in a state about, the speeches. Infact this is one of the major reasons he didn’t want to actually get married – he really did not want to do the speech and this gave him lots of sleepless nights in the run up to it. But, it’s amazing what a bit of dutch courage does for people. Once he got up, we couldn’t get him off the mic!
After the speeches, we enjoyed a bit more impromptu music outside from my cousins, The Grimshaws, a jazz/country/bluesy style group who are based on the Isle of Wight but travel all over. The evening guests all started arriving and we had our first dance – we chose Ray La Montagne’s ‘You are the best thing‘ and held each other up as we swayed away waiting for the other guests to join us after 30 seconds.
We had always said we wanted a party rather than a wedding and the evening part of our day became just that.
It was amazing to share one day with friends and family, who had travelled from all over the UK- and even the US, who were all there with smiling faces to share a special moment of our lives which really is completely unforgettable.
I’m trying to persuade LagerDad to let us renew our vowels every year…