We chose a good weekend - Melbourne Cup weekend lol.
But apart from choosing a busy weekend, the rest of our day was a lovely dream that seemed to end as quickly as it begun. I can remember sitting in our suite after we left the reception, tired and with sore feet but I didn't want to take my dress off. It was heavy and seeing I'd been in it for over six hours that day, you would think that I would be dying to get it off. For some reason though, I didn't want to take it off. It felt as if that the instant my dress was off, our day had ended and I wanted to drag it out for as long as I could.

For my bridesmaid, Helen and I, the day really began at 9 when we set off to get our hair done. We drove all the way to Portsea, which is roughly 45 minutes to an hour from where I live. It seemed like a long way but I'd had a trial with the hairdresser, Naomi and I loved how she did my hair so I was prepared to drive the distance. It rained 90% of the time we were driving down and stopped while we were in the shop, only to start again the instant we stepped out the door with our new hair styles. I was so hoping that the rain would clear up and disappear for us.

We had a lazy day until around 3:10 when we started running around trying to get ready. By total accident, Helen and I had discovered the night before that we'd both bought the same style of shoe to wear on the day. We just put it down to the fact that we both had the same incredible style lol. People had told me that I would start to feel that gut wrenching nervousness as I dressed and put on my wedding dress but I didn't. I didn't feel any of it until my mother was fixing my veil and I turned around and caught a glimpse in the mirror. That's when it hit me - I was finally getting married. A day that had seemed such a long way off the year earlier when we had set the date.

The church is sort of a bit of a blur. I remember arriving and I can remember the service vaguely. I can remember looking down the aisle as my father led me in, thinking what a spunk my now hubby looked like lol. It's very hard to have an opportunity where we get to dress up and look great but this was sure the occasion to do it. The ceremony was quick and short, just the way that we wanted it. However, standing out the front having photos taken felt like forever!

We were lucky - the rain held off all through the time we arrived at the church and during the photos. The instant we got out of the car at the reception, it started to pour but it didn't matter. It had cleared up when we needed it to:) My mother and grandma had planned the reception, which was held at the International Motel in their dining room (all rooms upstairs were booked) and it was lovely. It was a small reception, only sixty people but it was also what we wanted - just our family and closest friends celebrating with us. The food was great, the music was great (except for towards the end of the evening when the DJ starting playing requests that weren't on the play list. We did NOT request Eminem or 2Pac to be played at our wedding lol). The flowers were lovely, my father, Scott (the best man) and Helen all made fantastic speeches and our first dance was great. I can't dance, I'll be honest about that but I didn't care if I looked like an A class idiot. It was MY wedding dance and I was there so that was all that was important lol.

So the night was gorgeous, lovely, romantic and fantastic.
Everything that both my husband and I had hoped and dreamed that it would be.