Our wedding day was a fairy-tale! As a girl who dresses mostly in jeans and trainers, I felt like I was Cinderella on her way to the ball – pampered and fussed over, draped in layers of crystal white bridal satin and wearing the shiniest pieces of jewellery I had ever owned. My prince – looking absolutely dreamy in his three-piece tux – waited for me at the altar. Led up the altar by my mom (my real-life fairy godmother), I joined him in front of our parish priest Father Tony, who produced a truly inspired service enjoyed by guests of varied denominations.
Our reception was held at Birchwood Hotel, where the wedding co-ordinator Natalia and her assistant, Winnie, soothed frazzled bridal nerves and ironed out wedding-day wrinkles without a hitch. After months of DIYing by everyone from my MOH to the grandmother of the groom, the hall was a glittering silver and white affair – organza, orchids, mirrors, diamante-encrusted lamps and matching bling on table numbers and napkin rings.
One of our highlights of the evening was our first dance – a combination waltz / ramba (choreographed by the groom!) to Tale as Old as Time, complete with a romantic dip and enough turns to show off my “spinning” dress to my satisfaction. After the traditional cutting of the cake, and having served a delicious assortment of mini-cakes, our younger family members took to the dance floor while the remaining guests caught up with old friends – and made new ones – over drinks from the cocktail slush machine and all-night tea and coffee station.
My husband and I were given very good advice from several wise friends and family members: try to remain relaxed and “in the moment” for the entire event, and spend time alone with one another for a few minutes at a time throughout the evening. We made the effort and managed to do both, and as a result, we have truly amazing memories from an incredible, dreams-coming-true day.