WOW! Can' believe it's already Wednesday.
It just doesn't even feel like Wednesday to me because I've been out of work Monday and Tuesday because of Hurricane Sandy.
Anywho... Today for Wedding Wednesday, I am going to be talking about our wedding night –
(The G rated version, of course)
This is the night that everyone on earth assumes is probably the hottest, most sexiest night that the newlyweds will ever have in their whole marriage.
You know, the chastity belt comes off, and then there’s fireworks and stuff.
And sure, our wedding night was spectacular. But…not at first.
My grandmother bought S and I a one-night stay at a beautiful Inn.
She got us the “romance” package and we were able to have breakfast and bed, champagne, and all that good stuff!
When S and I got to the hotel, we had someone help us get our bags out of the car, and take them to our room. A valet took the car. We got our key, and headed up to the room.
We head a spectacular view of the city’s Main Street below us.
We were all dressed up still.
I was wearing my “going away” dress and still had my curly extensions in and my tiara.
S had a button down shirt on with dress pants. That NEVER happens!
We were ready for the “after party” and wanted to go out for a few drinks.
It was around 9pm at this time. Our wedding was a day wedding (12pm-5pm).
As I was sitting on the edge of the King sized bed, looking out onto Main Street,
I was all of a sudden struck with the reality of the day’s events.
I was married. This was it. I was an adult.
I was no longer a child. I was no longer my parent’s daughter.
I was someone’s wife.
Okay. Yes, I know.
I am definitely still a daughter.
My parents still love me. I will always be their daughter.
But, at that moment… I just felt really alienated from them. I was a married adult.
I couldn’t just ask them for money and things anymore.
I couldn’t rely or count on them anymore.
It was just my husband and I.
Looking back I think it was so silly.
But, that’s a woman’s emotions for you.
Of course my parents will still always be there for me.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
My point is, I spent about an hour or two crying.
Both happy “I’m MARRIED!” tears, as well as sad “I’m growing up” tears.
As annoyed as I thought S was, he hugged me and wiped my tears and told me everything would be okay, which I knew.
His words, like always, made everything better and things got better after that.
The morning after, we left early and were on our way to Ocean City, Maryland where we honeymooned for a week.
On our way down, I called my Mom.
I told her that I loved her and already missed her, and everyone at home.
Then I opened up and told her about the night before.
I told her that I got over-emotional and cried about nothing.
I told her that the reality of the day had finally gotten to me, and that it had finally hit me that I was married.
You know what she told me?
She did the same exact thing on her wedding night.
Like mother, like daughter.
Some things are not always fireworks and rainbows and sprinkles and glitter.
But there is always family, and friends, and in my case, a loving husband… which, is almost better than fireworks, rainbows, sprinkles, and glitter.
|S and I by the ocean.|
|Dinner on the beach!|
|Just married! Imprint in the sand! =)|