Weddingbee Blog

We had planned the rest of the day before the wedding to be pretty chill and relaxed. After rehearsal brunch, MOH Sweet Pea and I went to get our nails done and then it was off to the Dog and Duck Pub for some grub and hangin’ with friends and family. I was enjoying myself, but there was a little voice in the back of my brain that wouldn’t be quiet and said, “You need to finish your vows.”

You see, I had started my vows, but was having trouble finishing. I was feeling intense pressure for them to be great…REALLY great. They were dripping with beautiful and flowery metaphors with a witty line or two thrown in for good measure and a laugh, but something wasn’t quite right about them and they needed to be finished. How is it that I couldn’t find the words?

Mr Waffle and I went back to our apartment and he hurriedly packed his overnight back as midnight was looming. He’s a very traditional and superstitious guy and technically seeing me on the day was not an option for him. As he rushed out the door, he gave me a kiss and said, “Don’t forget to turn the AC back on. You’ll get hot. Bye!” Then he was gone.

For a split second, I was honestly a little bit miffed. We were getting married tomorrow. I wasn’t going to see or speak to him again until 6:30pm on Sunday and those were his last words to me? Seriously? Not “I love you,” or “can’t wait to marry you tomorrow,” but…huh?

I started to cry, but I wasn’t crying because his sentiments weren’t what I expected them to be. I knew what the sentiments behind his words were. Mr Waffle is a man of few words and isn’t one to offer up many compliments or “I love yous,” but his caring actions say it for him. I knew the meaning behind his words were I love you and want the best for you. Everyday he always wants the best for me and I should want the best for him.

Then it clicked. I wasn’t really writing vows for him. I was writing vows for our guests like a script to be performed. I was writing saccharine sweet, drippy, meaningful prose for all the wrong reasons and had been torturing my self for months over it.

Flooded with emotion and clarity about what I truly wanted to say, I flew to my computer and in 5 minutes I did what I couldn’t do in 5 months.

• I teased you with some pics in And So Our Story Begins…
• We partied downtown in Hen Night
• The next morning, it was time to get our brunch on with a Waffle Bar
• After that, we had rehearsal