Grab your vomit bag because it’s Anniversary Week and I’m a teenie bit excited and a tonne loved up. An entire year has passed since we took our vows and had the best party of our lives. We’re off in Sydney at the moment celebrating with plenty of food and harbour views while we chat about the year that was. We definitely didn’t make our first year of marriage easy; We built our second home, travelled overseas three times, I picked up and headed to Paris for three months and Tim was left to unpack and decorate our new home by himself. Despite all that was going on, it’s a treat to take a few days to stop and be thankful, with a glass of champagne just for good measure.
The most important part of our wedding was the ceremony. We wanted it to be us. Simple, fun and honest. My bridesmaids started their trips down the isle one by one and I got massive stage fright waiting for my turn. Luckily my sister stalled, and waited with me until I was ready. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t moving. She grabbed my hand and walked with me into the crowd of guests full of smiles. That’s what you need in a sister and a maid of honour, someone who just gets the job done even when you freak out a little and want to cry. She left me at the start of the isle and there I waited a little more. Tim met me half way and we walking into our marriage together, just as we had hoped we would.
My vows were only two lines, but I’ve never spoken a more meaningful statement in my life.