I started planning my wedding aged 3. Well… that may be a slight exaggeration but I’ve been planning it since I can remember. When Sean proposed the first thing I said after ‘Yes!’ was ‘I can finally plan a wedding!’

I booked everything in the first two months. I made moodboards, read endless magazines, saved photos, devoured blog after blog, wrote lists and attended every wedding fayre going. The wedding was my life for a year and 8 months. Whilst this might sound like hell to some of you, it was my heaven. I loved nothing more than dashing home from school to a night of wedmin. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t talk about it and, more importantly, there wasn’t an hour I didn’t think of it. I was obsessed (in a good way). Just completely in love with all things wedding.

The last 10 weeks of wedding prep flew by and all of a sudden it was the day. All chat prior had been about the day. The lead up, the hen do (‘S), stag do, food tasting, flower arrangements, ceremony wording, finishing touches etc. Even at school the children were so excited that they made a wedding countdown! But those amazing 24 hours passed so fast and nobody really prepares you for the massive comedown. How can you ever return to normal when your normal has been centred around something that doesn’t exist anymore? Surely this should be the happiest time of my life but actually I’m empty and lost.

On honeymoon, Sean didn’t understand why I cried all the time but a lovely lady on Instagram said the only way she could describe it to her new husband was by comparing it to Christmas Day.

‘You’re so excited for the lead up to Christmas and think about it every day. Then on Boxing Day you’re so sad that it’s over. Apart from you know that Christmas comes once a year and your wedding day isn’t going to happen again…’

Our wedding day was the most magical, perfect day of our lives so right now I’m trying to find myself and re-establish my life routine as a wife. Luckily, having lots to look forward too helps but even the thought of going to New York at Christmas (major husband points for the best wedding present) doesn’t compare to dreaming about the wedding.

I think once I’m back into a routine at work my feelings will hopefully settle. I’m joining a new gym with classes to fill up those nights that were packed with wedmin and I’ve planned meet ups with my friends and trips away.

I’m not really sure what the point of this blog post was but I hope somewhere amongst the ramblings some of you are able to empathise with me.

If you are planning a wedding then enjoy every moment of the lead up, even the long days and sleepless nights. Every single ounce of stress will be worth it.

Lots of love,