I has ’em.
It’s hard to describe, really. Maybe it’s more like nostalgia? Bittersweet, even? I can’t quite put my finger on it. All I do know is that I’m a bit more affected by the wedding being over than I thought I would be.
Photo by Exclamation Imagery
Have you ever had that kind of sentimental feeling after a really great vacation or event in your life? Where things were just so amazing, so wonderful, so beyond anything you could have imagined, that you’re just sad that it’s over? I honestly should have seen this coming…I actually get this way quite frequently. It doesn’t even have to be a big deal or event. Just going to visit family for holidays or spending an exceptionally great day with friends tends to get me very reminiscent, a tad misty eyed, and a bit down that it ever has to come to an end. Is that weird? Maybe. (I mean…yes. I’m an emotional person. Clearly.)
Photo by the lovely Mrs. Guinea Pig
Here’s the thing: our wedding wasn’t by-the-books perfect, but it was perfect for us. I spent the past two years planning this thing, down to every last little detail. I made almost-daily trips to Michaels. I ordered a crap ton of stuff online and got packages delivered weekly. I amassed a pretty impressive collection of tape, glue, and any other adhesive you could possibly need. I had ribbon by the yards, paint bottles by the dozens, and glitter finding a way onto every surface of our home. I poured my heart and my soul into this wedding, and then…poof. It’s all over. Two years culminated into one exceptional, magical day.
I think I hate that it was just one day (well, two-ish if you count the rehearsal, because that was fantastic too!). No, I’m not saying I wish it was a week-long wedding…I just wish it didn’t go by so quickly. It’s only been three weeks, and I already feel myself forgetting some of the smaller details. Does it even matter? Probably not. But I’m a sucker for this kind of stuff. I love planning. I love doing. Maybe I’m a bit sad because I don’t currently have something concrete to create, plan, do?
Our wedding room has converted back to a normal office again, more or less. It looks so bare in there, with all the wedding-related crafts packed up or thrown away. Some things still linger…I just can’t bear to get rid of them but for the life of me don’t have a clue what to do with them (bubbles, anyone?). I sometimes seriously envy Mrs. Honey and her c’est la vie attitude toward it all.
I’ve also thought about a possible selfish part of the equation. Everyone tells you to enjoy the time you’re engaged—don’t rush it—and for a while, I needed to hear that because I really didn’t want to wait 26 months to get married. But once it got down to around the six-month mark…it all just flew. I appreciated and loved (almost) every second of it…but it’s so hard to really let it all sink in sometimes. That time before the wedding—whether it be a few months or a few years—is the only time (hopefully) that we as brides and as women will ever have that experience. And I absolutely loved being there, full of anticipation, having that attention; it was a really nice time of life. You’re excited, everyone else is excited, you possibly get to be with friends and family a lot more, and even maybe have a party or two. You get to pick new outfits or repurpose old ones, and you have all those excited, giddy, pre-wedding feelings. It’s about you and your partner, your love, your exciting new life together. It’s fun.
Photo by Exclamation Imagery
Now don’t get me wrong—I am 100, nay, 110% happy with my life and with everything and everyone I am fortunate enough to have in it. Just knowing that Foxy is my husband (I still love saying that!) brings the biggest smile to my face. A wedding is merely a celebration of a marriage, of two people coming together to share their life. It’s also one helluva party.
Lucky for us, our photographer recently sent us a preview gallery with some highlights from the day (see above!), which I have been admittedly going through multiple times daily. We were so blessed to have been able to work with two such amazing photographers on our wedding day, and if the preview is any indication, we’ll have more than enough images to pore over time and time again when we want to relive the magic of that day. Finally having those images will also get my butt in gear to start on the recaps, which I’m so excited to write—both for you and for me—and for us to remember things by however many years down the road! (That is, if I stop showing you all every picture I have, thus rendering recaps completely pointless. Can you tell I’m a bit in love with our photos?!)
How was it for you after the wedding? Did you experience the post-wedding blues in any way?