*This is a sponsored post, but this really was my wedding day, and it really is my anniversary, and this really is a video of us singing a duet – you’re welcome*
This time three years ago I was ensconced in a gorgeous beachside villa, surrounded by friends and family, getting ready to walk down the aisle and say ‘I do’ to my baby daddy.
We were in tropical Port Douglas, in Far North Queensland, and although rain was predicted nothing could dampen our spirits.
I had an amazing dress. A 1940’s lace wedding dress was found in someone’s garage and I bought it for $80. I took it to a local designer and asked him to help me tailor it to fit my post baby body. He suggested a modest decolletage to hide my monster breast-feeding mams, and a little train ‘for drama’.
He completely took that baby apart and recreated a dress that fit like a glove.
My 6 month old baby, my sister-in-law, Bex, my mum and I went to my father and step-mother’s hotel room the morning of the big day.
We drank French champagne while my darling friend, Gab, did my make-up and we giggled for the last hours of me being a bachelorette. It was fitting as Gab was my long standing partner in crime, and had sat with me through a million break-ups and dalliances. Having her tend to me on this day was perfect.
Another dear one, with whom I’d traveled the globe, Kirsten Cox, was shooting the day, so surrounded with my loved ones I was primped and preened until I was ready to see my future husband and our friends at the gorgeous Chapel-by-the-Sea.
I was nervous walking towards the church. I don’t know why, really. With a child under our belt our union was a fairy done deal.
Maybe I was nervous about walking in heels in front of people. I never did master that. In fact, I still haven’t stitched the hole I tore in the dramatic train that was almost more drama than we paid for.
Bex carried D Man down the aisle, and I held my Dad’s hand as I walked down the aisle to an acoustic version of ‘I Was Made For Loving You’ by Kiss, sung by my girlfriend Cass, who has the voice of a dirty, gin-swilling, cigarette-chuffing angel.
I watch the video and you’d think I was walking down the red carpet from the excited way I was greeting every guest. Not quite high fiving each person, but certainly not far off.
It was everything I’d hoped for. I’ve never been one to begin planning my wedding day in my teens; a horse drawn diamonte studded, pink carriage and 15 bridesmaids all dressed in ball gowns wearing matching tiaras.
No, this intimate affair was ideal for me.
That’s the thing I bloody love about weddings. They’re all so different, and wonderful in their own ways. I once even went to a surprise wedding, where the bride had organised everything unbeknownst to her boyfriend and the groom arrived by boat to a park and was given a suit to don in ten minutes while his guests waited in the midday sun.
That was ballsy. Could have been awkward.
Thankfully, he was blown away in a good way!
We wrote our own wedding vows, mine were long winded, of course, and during the photos it rained on us newlyweds. They say rain on your wedding day is good luck.
It was blowing a blustery wind and our umbrella… well, you can see what happened.
The reception was full of laughter and silliness, and lots and lots of food and booze, naturally. I chose a restaurant directly across the road from the chapel so we would waste no time getting down to business.
On my third wedding anniversary, I’d like to share this with you guys, and send a little message to my husband.
My love, Holy Shimoly, that few years was a hell of a ride!!!
Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary.
You keep me on my toes, and you drive me crazy, but I do love you so. It’s been a big, wonderful, crazy, and busy three years, and I look forward to seeing what our future unfolds together. I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and all of your shoes in it, you big stinker.
I love you xxx