We had our wedding rehearsal this afternoon.
It went by in a complete blur.
I can’t remember much the vicar said.
I can’t remember what I’m supposed to be doing.
I can’t remember whose hand I’m supposed to be holding when.
All I can remember is looking into Nick’s eyes and thinking, “Wow! I’m actually going to be marrying the man I love in three days! That’s pretty huge!”
I found myself getting quite emotional. As did Nick.
It was such an intimate moment; it feels so strange to be sharing that with a room full of people!
The last few days have been very busy.
A whirlwind of running around.
Last minute purchases.
A lot of time with my glue gun, and probably not enough time with Nick!
People keep telling me to enjoy this time, but I’m not sure how to – especially with a toddler in tow! It’s very difficult to take a step back from it all when we’re so tired, and appreciate that in three days we’ll be married and we won’t have to go through the stress of organising a wedding again.
I now understand why people have children after getting married! Time is certainly not of the essence with an attention-hungry little person around.
I think we’re pretty much on track though; our Order of Services are almost all printed, so they just require folding… The table plans are done! I’ve decided that my attitude towards the table plans is: if people don’t like where they’re sitting they can suck it up and deal with it for three hours max – they’re getting jolly tasty food in return… and quite frankly, they’re lucky to be invited!
I spent a few hours this afternoon with my glue gun, a ball of twine and many jam jars… and we’re off somewhere exciting tomorrow to find contents for said jars.
It’s all coming together. I feel… not relaxed, but at ease(ish). I’ll be able to relax once the hall has been set up on Friday evening and everything has been delivered!