There have been a lot of weddings in my life lately. In March we went to a friend’s wedding. in May we had a wedding party for a couple of friends (who had eloped and gotten married in Scotland), and then a large wedding for the boyfriend’s sister.
I enjoy weddings. They’ve all been lovely, and I’ve enjoyed being allowed to share in the joy and happiness of our friends.
It’s strange though, because the wedding-mania (I also have two colleagues at work who are getting married, so there’s been a lot of talk about weddings!) has made me want to get married myself. Which is an odd feeling to me since it’s not something I’ve ever been overly concerned about. For a little while there though, I was feeling like I wanted nothing more than to get married.
Not have a big wedding, mind you. I’d hate that. But to get married. I’m not entirely sure what caused the feeling, but it was pretty frustrating. It turned me into someone I didn’t recognise. The girlfriend who kept whining about getting married. I never wanted to be that person. I think my feelings are finally settling down though, which is nice – because I’m pretty sure I was driving both the boyfriend and myself nuts.
I’m never really allowed a nice photo of the two of us…
I would still like to get married one day, but I care more about being married than I do about having a wedding. When the day comes, I’d prefer something smaller, more casual. There’s nothing I hate more than the idea of a lot of people staring at me!
Anyway, the weddings were all lovely – and quite different from each other. Especially the two in May. The first being a fairly informal, relaxed wedding party with easy pick-up foods. No sit down dinner, no speeches – just a lot of people hanging out and mingling, eating some food and dancing. The second was a big, proper wedding with the ceremony, sit-down dinner, speeches, wedding reception… You name it, it probably happened!
Lovely photo of the boyfriend with his mom at the wedding reception.
Speaking of speeches… The boyfriend did one for his sister’s wedding, and it was amazing. It was like a comedy skit. A lot of people commented on how well he did, and I’m very proud of him. (Especially considering that he hadn’t written a single thing down!) An uncle recorded it, but sadly the sound cuts out a lot because of all the background noise.
I think we’re all weddinged-out for a bit now. No more pending invitations, so we can relax. And I’m doing just that, enjoying my one week off for half term.
The reception had special coasters…
The boyfriend’s mom showing off a beard, not knowing that the real deal was behind her!