If you had asked me this time last year (when I was single) what my dream wedding would look like, I would have told you something in the autumn, I would be wearing a beautiful gown, I would get married in the church I grew up in, and we would have about 200 guests.
On December 21st, I married the love of my life in a reception hall. I wore a knee-length dress I bought at a resale shop and there were about 60 guests, children included.
My husband I got married in a whirlwind of drama. I’ll save you the story but on November 17th we were so sick of all the craziness around us that we just decided to move up the wedding to December 21 from May 10.
Since I was working full time and moving while wedding planning, I couldn’t focus on details. As long as at the end of the day I was married to my best friend, I didn’t care about anything else. Looking back, my favorite memory of the entire day wasn’t what my dress looked like or where we were married – it was the look on my husband’s face when I walked down the aisle to him.
As beautiful as weddings are, and as much as I completely understand that each girl has likely dreamed about her wedding since she was 3, I think it is all too easy to lose focus of the day. The wedding/reception lasts for only a few hours, and marriage lasts for a lifetime. We were engaged for 7 weeks and I am so thankful that I honestly didn’t have time to get caught up in details. It was nothing like I pictured before, but it was truly the wedding of my dreams.
Happy wedding planning to all of you gorgeous brides!
Amanda is the author of Crunchy Hippie Life, a blog about natural wellness living with a frugal twist. She lives with her husband and two African dwarf frogs and spends her time reading and concocting new kombucha flavors.
Photos by Autumn Locke Photography