So 8 years ago this time, I was running around in a mad rush - hairdressers and make up and flowers and so on.
The wedding was gorgeous.
Somehow, by some miracle, we managed not to totally piss off either of our families (Nic - of a catholic/anglican background and me of a JW background).
My parents would have been happy if we had done it in a court (let's face it, they weren't too charmed that I was getting married) and Nic's mom wanted a traditional church wedding, but I guess all things considered, it went off pretty well. We had a totally neutral ceremony at a beautiful club in the centre of the city and Nic's uncle, a magistrate, did the legal bit.
The reception was fantastic, we partied hard and were the last to leave! We got to our hotel in the wee hours of the morning and we were starving - we realised that we had hardly eaten a thing at the wedding what with all the nerves, greetings an dancing.
And now, 8 years later, we are still happy. We have had two babies, bought and sold houses, had some fights and tears but more importamtly lots of laughs and smiles and cuddles.
The funny part... my dub sister sent me a text message at 5:57 am wishing us a happy anniversary but did not call me once last year for my birthday - go figure!
