***This is a sponsored post. As always, all opinions are my own and all wedding memories,including the flower girl toddler tantrums are genuine***
Barely getting any sleep the night before, the morning had finally arrived. I rolled over in the hotel bed to have a longing glance at Boyfriend Surfer.
Today was the day and I was full of beans.
Today was the day: I was getting married!
The morning of my wedding wasn’t what you would call the most conventional.
5 months pregnant, I woke up bright and early and trotted to my 6am personal training session.
Yes. I was exercising.
Then afterwards, I called up my friend who had come over from New York for the wedding.
“Mikey! Mikey! Wake up! Wake up! We’re going for a swim!! Let’s go!!!”
My energy levels were out of this world.
“Whaaaa? Grace, you do realize what today is? Do you have time for a swim?” he replied drowsily.
I could tell he was thrilled I had woken him up.
“Yeah, yeah! Plenty of time! But we gotta meet up NOW!” I excitedly screamed down the phone.
It took a little convincing but eventually he agreed to meet me at one of Sydney city’s most breathtaking outdoor swimming pools.
Even if Mike had chosen a sleep in over a swim, I would’ve gone by myself, anyway.
After all, I was getting married!
After a few laps, we decided to have a hearty breakfast together at the pool café.
When taking my order, I cheekily asked the waitress if she had a “Bridal Special”.
Mike almost died of embarrassment in his chair but luckily, the waitress was a good sport.
“No bridal specials,” she replied. “But I can make a special omelette ”
I’ll take it! I didn’t care!
I was getting married!
For the rest of the morning, I took it easy. Walking around the hotel room in my Japanese kimono dressing gown, my spirits soared sky high as I passed the time singing and dancing to Michael Jackson on my iPod.
Then, the preparations began.
The hairdresser was late.
My wedding bouquet arrived but wasn’t quite how I had pictured it to be.
My make up artist got lost on her way over. It also didn’t help that her Miss-Know-It-All attitude was annoying my maid of honour (as well as myself).
One of my little flower girls had a toddler meltdown and was sent to the naughty corner for an hour, ruining her perfectly made up hair.
But none of it mattered.
I didn’t care.
I was getting married.
Beyond the stuff that’s planned, it’s the spontaneous, candid moments that help make the memories of a wedding.
Bride.com.au is a resource website that lists suppliers and ideas set to inspire and encourage brides to be to get away from the stock standard of a wedding; to add those personal touches; to truly make the day uniquely their own.
Mr Surfer and I are coming up to our 5th anniversary in a month’s time. He was telling me the other day how quickly the time’s flown.
Yup. It sure speeds by, which is why I’m even more grateful that our wedding day had so many fantastic moments that we can completely claim as our own.
That’s the stuff that takes you through a lifetime of marriage together.
What’s your most special yet spontaneous wedding day memory?