#tbt - My (1st) wedding

Starting an event planning business, it is impossible not to become a bit wedding obsessed... especially in June!! I am not ashamed to admit I went into the local wedding shop the other day and fell in love with a wedding gown. Unfortunately, even though I ask him weekly, my husband says we cannot have another wedding (to each other again clearly! and to be fair, we have only been married nine months so....)

My second wedding, the one nine months ago, was the best wedding I have ever been to ever. But that's a throwback for another Thursday. Today's #tbt is dedicated to my first wedding. When I think about weddings, and wedding planning, I find it helpful to remember your goal for the day, aside from actually getting married of course. And my goals at my first wedding, while well-intended, were not quite right, which meant that I, and probably those closest to me, could not relax and enjoy the day. 

Younger me wanted the WEDDING! You know the one, every family member, every friend going as far back as kindergarten gets an invite. Details are planned down to the minute (seriously, I recently found my schedule for the wedding day, and I had it broken down to the minute!!). I overspent my budget by a lot, mostly because I didn't have anyone to keep me on track. I was, admittedly, a bridezilla. But WHY? What were my goals on that day? My first mistake was trying to please every single one of my 250 guests, without actually knowing what would please them. This meant my wedding was disjointed and over-planned. I also wanted to relive some of those wedding moments from my childhood, the weddings of my aunts and uncles, the small town weddings in halls where everyone just seemed so happy. So I invited everyone I knew, and then I missed my goal because I quickly learned there was no way I could thank every single one of those people for showing up, and then instead of showing love, I felt guilty for ignoring the people closest to me. 

Don't get me wrong, from what I remember, it was a wonderful day. I was surrounded by every single person I knew, and their support felt good. My invitations, cake, dress and flowers were beautiful. I carried my wedding colours through every part of the day. But I didn't get a chance to stop, breathe, and enjoy my day. I tried to do it all, and in the end, missed out on what it really should have been about... celebrating and enjoying the moments. I now know though, I should have given my bridezilla self a stern talking to, and welcomed the help that was offered and available.

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