Very interesting article written by a bride years after her wedding....
98 Percent of Brides Regret This Choice After Their Weddings
In my last post, I provided fodder for the haters by recounting the story of my DIY Diva Wedding Hell. You would think, after that experience, not getting a wedding planner was my biggest regret. Nope, second biggest.
Like most brides, I looked forward to my wedding for 4 reasons:
- I was marrying a man better than I ever could have dreamed for myself
- The Big Day was a creative outlet for my DIY dreams
- Friends and Family were coming together from all across the country
- Biggest. Party. Ever.
After the wedding, here is what I had to show for it:
- Gorgeous photos
- A preserved wedding gown
- Stories from friends and family about it being the best party, not just wedding, they had ever attended
The photos bring back great memories, but let's talk first dance. My fiancé surprised me with dance lessons soon after we were engaged. We spent months with a choreographer learning our first dance. We were in our own world on that dance floor. It was like the whole world melted away as we waltzed to Louis Armstrong.
In my mind, we were going to dance it again every year on our anniversary. We would never forget the steps. Our first anniversary, I was away on a business trip. Our second anniversary was the due date of our first baby. By the third anniversary, the steps were long forgotten.
Now let's talk family and friends. Big family. Lots of friends. About 200 people flying in from all over the country. The award goes to Australia. It was the last family gathering for both of our grandmothers. The last one. No one wants to think about it, but it's real. When else are you going to hear marriage advice from your grandmother. When else is she going to warn your husbands about your temper tantrums at the age of five?
It was also one of the last times we were to see one of my husband's good friends. He died just a couple of years later in a snowmobile accident. We partied with him til 1am that night. Good times.
Lastly, the party. Oh the party. The live bar band. The Jack Daniels, for which I took so much crap in my last post. Yes, I drank at my wedding. Yes, I drank a lot. So did all the guests. Except the kids. They were running around with straws up their noses. It was a blast. We all had a great time.
And photos just aren't enough to hold on to years later.
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