Well my wedding day came and went. Just like that it was over in a flash! After 14 months of planning, it’s a little weird that it’s finally over. I know a lot of people didn’t tell me how weddings truly are and I had been won over by the millions of magazines I had read up until this point where weddings are a perfect and flawless affair. I wanted to dedicate this post to all of you brides out there to learn the truth of one bride’s real wedding.

I don’t know how your wedding went or is going to be like, but I can say for my own the entire week before the wedding and a few days after was filled with emotional highs and lows. From rehearsal dinner to the after wedding breakfast, I felt like I was a walking zombie filled with anticipation and nerves. I did not sleep a wink the whole week before the wedding nor could I eat the day of. Talk about needing to relax-I should have listened to my own advice I wrote about in a previous post! Everything I said I needed to do and swore I would like eat throughout the whole day and really get some rest was thwarted by nerves. And forget about trying to be perfect or having a perfect wedding, my wedding I like to say was “perfectly imperfect.”

The wedding itself was filled with things that didn’t go as planned-caterers were late, food wasn’t what we ordered, I was 20 minutes late myself. But with that being said, I could not have imagined a more sincere and simple display of my new husband and I. Everyone commented that they knew they were at our wedding because from our unique ceremony to our first dance and all of our songs, everything was so us!

One thing I learned is that it was the things I hadn’t planned for that was the best most memorable moments for me. My dad giving a brief toast saying I was the best daughter and my husband was “cool,” hanging out with friends I hadn’t seen in years and just the feeling that everyone was there for us. That’s why though I wish it wasn’t as windy or the caterers weren’t late or that I had eaten a little, when I think back to that Friday I know I wouldn’t have wanted anything different than what it was, “perfectly imperfect.”