OK, so before I even start this post, a disclaimer: I am REALLY happy being married to Wolfman.
OK, now that’s out of the way: I wanted to write an honest post and say that the first few weeks post-wedding were kind of tough for me. This really surprised me. For a while before the wedding, I was telling people I was going to be sort of relieved when it was over; I even posted here about it, and completely sympathized with Mrs. Armadillo’s post on wedding burnout.
The Sunday after our wedding, we checked out of our hotel and cabbed home (again, making me so thankful we planned a wedding close to home). I had decided that my first post-wedding meal would be chili nachos from Hard Times, so I walked next door, picked up food, and on the way home I had this moment of such happiness that it almost brought tears to my eyes. I was married, and just the small task of picking up lunch for my husband and me seemed significant. (It also isn’t lost on me that the moment that I almost wept with joy is directly associated with processed cheese and salty chips, but let’s pretend that wasn’t a factor.)
One of each, please.
But once I returned home, my mom and coordinator dropped off all of our stuff, we said a few last goodbyes”¦and then that was it. There were no more wedding tasks, nothing else to pick up, no one else was visiting or coming over. We still had to pack for our honeymoon and watch Beyonce at the Superbowl, which distracted me a little, but those first few days in Rome I was seriously bumming that it was all over with.
I was so mad at myself—why did I spend the last few weeks wishing for it to be over with? I wasn’t really nitpicking on anything that happened during the wedding—for the most part, everything went smoothly and only a few things were missed. I’m not sure there was a solution. No matter what, the night would have raced by, and like I said, I wasn’t wishing for a different experience. I didn’t miss planning or the constant to-do lists, and I loved all the new stuff that came with having a husband. It was almost as if—and this is going to sound weird, but I think you guys will understand—the wedding was a friendship I had been cultivating for a long time, and all of a sudden I was never going to see that friend again.
Over time, this feeling wore away. Getting our pictures helped a lot—I completely underestimated the value of the photos as a way to relive the night. It also helped to see a lot of our wedding guests again, in regular contexts. I put a lot of retrospective pressure on myself that our wedding night not only be perfect for us, but also perfect for our friends. I needed reminding that we can see our friends again. So silly!
TL;DR (Too Long; Didn’t Read): 1) I worked hard on our wedding, 2) it paid off and totally rocked, and 3) it was a little difficult (at first) for me to look back and be satisfied instead of looking back and just wanting to do it all over again.
I’m curious to hear how everyone else felt in the days/weeks immediately following the wedding. It’s such a weird feeling when “the happiest day of your life” happens—and lives up to the hype!—and then it ends. What mixture of emotions did you feel? Were you surprised?
(Also, this clearly isn’t my last post. No way would I end on sort of a downer, and you’re not rid of me yet!)
- Washington DC
- Business Development Executive
- Wedding Date:
- Whittemore House