The date was set, the venue booked, the dress found, the flowers picked and the playlist finalised... then Coronavirus hit.
What a curveball.
Not something we ever thought would happen and certainly not the year that we thought it would be hey. It was supposed to be the best year of our life. The summer of 4 weddings, a 30th and a 60th birthday, our first summer in the house with our fabulous garden, our stag and hen dos and of course our wedding; The wedding we’d spent the last year planning and dreaming about, quite literally the wedding of our dreams.
Having seen our friends heartbreakingly postpone their weddings we held out for as long as we could until we had no other choice, we had to postpone our big day.
And whilst it’s extremely sad and the day we called it off to our guests was the strangest day in a long while; a day filled with the biggest mix of emotions including sadness, stress and strangely enough relief, we must remember that we have our health, we have each other and thankfully our friends and family are all happy and healthy too.
I’ve always said that “if the only thing that happens to us and our family this year is a postponed wedding, then we’re doing good” and whilst I still totally stand by that, and we know it was the right thing to do for us, our guests and our suppliers; since we officially postponed, I feel so insanely sad, disappointed and completely robbed of what was supposed to be.
Planning our wedding has been the most beautiful and strangely blissful time, and whilst I know that we haven’t quite gotten that close to the wire where I'm sure things become a little more chaotic and stressful than the rest, I’ve really, truly enjoyed every moment of planning the wedding just George and I, with the helpful hands of our family and friends, so the idea that it is no longer happening when we planned it to is gutting.
I foolishly keep looking at the photo of me in my dress, getting a lil emotional that it’s going to be another whole year until I get to wear it and walk down the aisle towards the love of my life. But hey, what’s a year? Postponing a year is heartbreaking but it gives everything enough time to settle down, to hopefully (please) find a vaccine for the virus and for my Nanna, George’s grandparents and the rest of our guests to come to our wedding to dance, hug and kiss to their hearts content without worry.
It was the hardest decision to make, but I know it was the right one and I know that so many of you too will be dealing with the worries of postponing and moving a wedding or will have friends who are going through it and our feelings of sadness are absolutely valid. Be there for your pals, send them a lil pick me up in the post, we received some gorgeous and funny gifts and cards in the post from our friends that really helped to perk us up during this disappointing time.
Find solace in the thought that you’re well, healthy and happy. You’re spending more time than ever, making memories (albeit in your own home) that you will remember forever and that will only make you stronger as a couple. It’s the marriage that’s important, not the wedding and we’ll all have our special day, just a little later and perhaps a little different to what we imagined.
Lots of love to all the brides to be out there and of course to everyone else.
P.S I’m currently sat with a very drunk George having had his “virtual” stag do as his original shindig was scheduled for this weekend and obviously couldn’t go ahead. He’s happy, sad and emotional but his friends and the beauty of technology have made it something to remember FOREVER! Remember this will never ever happen again, a virtual stag do/celebration I mean, so try and make the best of it. That’s what I’ve said to George as he staggered in wearing a blonde mullet wig (glam rock themed stag) asking me to slice his bagel for him...