So sit your sweet peach down on the sofa or the ground and listen with your peepers, because here's the deet's.
The Boy and I had been planning this party for so long we forgot it was a real thing that would actually happen one day, and so when the day arrived it didn't feel quite real. I woke up and my sister, Jessicatty, said "Happy Wedding Day!" and I said "Thank you" and had a shower. I then had some tasty coco pops. Because on your wedding day you can eat anything for breakfast.
I got all ready, a hairdresser did my hair and when I returned, my 'maids were there (bridesmaids, not servants) to help me get excited and ready. It was a lovely sunny day and we had some photos in the garden. Then it was time to get into the VW campervan we had ready for us, me and me ol' Dad, and drive to the church. Our chauffeur was Henry, The Boy's brother and he did a good job (he also got all emotional which made me feel like a bride in the films, where people stop and cry in the streets because she's so beautiful).
I'd planned this whole dramatic entrance of the bride which achieved the desired effect, people were crying left, right and centre! So was The Boy. He had begun to well up as my maids traipsed in all dainty, and then at the grand moment, I walked through the doors, sparkling like a summer snowflake in my dress, all beauty and peace, he really went for it. Lots of tears and that.
It made me feel special though. Anyway, the wedding itself went well, my almost sister in law, Vicki, read a bit of my favourite book (the Bible, not Harry Potter, although it was a toss-up between that reading and the bit in Harrry P where Harry tells Voldemort he'll never know love)
Our friends Gareth and Tara prayed for us which was super special and meant a lot. Super Knomes led the worship with a great band, and our friend Tom read a reading about love. Ahhhhh.
It was quite weird with everyone looking at us all day. I'd be sipping a brew, or talking about having a wedgie, or something else equally private and someone would take a photo from across the way. The hard thing was when you glance around the garden and see someone taking a photo, do you ignore them because they obviously wanted a 'natural' shot, or do you smile at them!? Tricky tricky.
Also, when you're a bride, everyone has to do things for you. Jessicatty had everything I could ever need in her handbag. Perfume, hairspray, hairpins, sellotape, etc. When we got food, I casually mentioned how much I love the crispy bits of dauphinois potatoes and so the waitress scraped the top layer off and gave it to me!
Anyway, the day was incredible. There was a cake (my Mum had made, it was so good), bagpipes (Handle insisted on contributing by playing, despite us and him having zero links to Scotland), a barn dance (do-si-do, strip the willow, swiiiiing your partner), herbs (who doesn't want a free herb!?) and two shiny sparkly rings.
So now I'm a Mrs. I've learnt a new autograph and learnt how to share the bed every single night. I'm learning how to not get cross when the toilet seat is left up and how to take it in turns to watch my programmes. (It goes Gardener's World, Made in Chelsea, Gardener's World, Made in Chelsea...)
Come round for a brew and I'll introduce you to my husband, The Boy.
Love Mrs Hannan The Boy
xxx
