Yeah, you guessed it. I’m sappy (we’re in the middle of a string of frigging sappy advent posts). If you don’t like it, just ignore this okay? And I’ll keep it short, just in case.
I didn’t expect my wedding day to be all that different from any other days. I mean, it’s just a day like anyone else. And it was, but just so much better. It was a day of continuous love bombing from everyone, hugs and kisses, the perfect tipsyness from early to late, the afternoon hangout in the hotel room, the speeches (which I can’t remember now).
Afterwards, you don’t remember if any details were off, if the colour of my belt matched Peter’s tie (it did) or if the food was exactly right. Not that I cared about that beforehand, but still. Afterwards you simply remember the feeling of being surrounded by loads of people who love you. And that’s a pretty great feeling.