I’m not entirely sure how but we’ve been married a month already. I’ve had the post-wedding blues, we picked ourselves back up with an epic party, I’ve made a scrapbook and we’ve just finished decorating our flat with our gifts. Which means it’s time to relive a few of my favourite memories from the day.
I feel obliged to say that as I type this post, I have the BIGGEST grin on my chops. And maybe slightly watery eyes. Slightly.
Our wedding day was without doubt, the best day. Ever. For so many reasons. We had a bit of a bumpy start with hurricane Irma hitting Antigua on the Tuesday before. We were incredibly lucky and the hotel staff absolutely amazing. If anything, Irma brought our wedding party even closer and made everyone even more determined to have an epic day. I spent the day of the hurricane in a constant stream of tears, mainly because we’d planned for two years, got our loved ones all the way to Antigua for a holiday and instead were facing a 12 hour room lock in.
After many hugs, rums and a hot bath, I stopped crying. We were able to push the wedding back a day later than planned to the 8th September and get married on the jetty followed by our reception on the beach. Exactly as we had hoped. It was truly magical.
Now, onto the good bits. My wedding day highlights ladies and gents… Grab me a tissue.
Waking up being bundled by my bestie Chez.
Going for brekkie with my two besties and seeing all of my family in the restaurant.
Getting ready with my five favourite ladies. My two besties, my big sis, my cousin and my mum.
Being totally pampered and spoilt at every moment.
Watching my bridesmaids reactions as they saw me in my dress for the first time.
Receiving a super sentimental gift from my cousin, auntie and mum.
Seeing Al waiting for me at the top of the dock.
Waiting at the end of the dock for what felt like 10 minutes because the saxophonist wasn’t quite ready.
Having all of the hotel guests watching and feeling part of it.
Walking down the aisle with my dad being whipped in the face by my veil.
Cheekily giving Al a smooch when I saw him and then getting told off for doing so.
The registrar being a total ledge, making everyone laugh and constantly saying “Alex, my brother” and taking his side.
Telling Al to take off his shades before we exchanged vows.
Looking round and seeing all our loved ones grinning right back at us.
Saying I do.
Being pronounced husband and wife.
Snogging the face off my new husband.
Having the heavens open as we were about to sign the paperwork and then having to run to the bar.
Or walk because I couldn’t run in my Choos. Or my dress.
My brother-in-law removing his shirt and offering it to protect my makeup.
The freedom of not caring that I was soaked, just laughing like a loon.
Squishing under shelter with our 41 guests and laughing at how everyone was drenched from head to foot.
Getting admiring ohhh and ahhhs from both my dress and my Choos.
Being told that the rain was a blessing on our marriage.
Having a saxophonist play our favourite songs. Signed, Sealed, Delivered anyone?
Watching the tidal surge from hurricane Jose wreak havoc with our tables on the beach.
Then laughing as is lapped at our guests feet while sitting at the beach reception.
Having to keep moving the tables closer and closer to ours until we were all practically sitting on top of one another.
My dad’s speech. The perfect mix of humour and sentiment, making me laugh and cry.
Nailing my speech about Al.
Al making me cry, grin and extremely proud during his.
Al calling me his soul mate.
Our best man getting his speech spot on, sharing stories about Al that were just perfect.
The food! We had a barbecue on the beach featuring the best jerk chicken.
The cake being 90% rum and 100% delicious.
Dancing with Al to Is This Love, by Bob Marley, on the steel drums for our first dance.
Feeling free and blissfully happy prancing around in the sand and the sea.
Throwing the bouquet. Technically it was more like launching the bouquet.
Doing the conger round the beach.
Walking through a confetti train on the beach.
My dress turning into a bloody heavy sandbag and needing to change.
Everyone constantly grinning, hugging and telling the person they were standing next to how much they loved them.
Having a go and auditioning for a place in the steel drummers band.
Walking back along the sand to our room with the biggest grins on our faces.
Knowing that Irma and José hadn’t got the better of us.
Being our own little team.
Mr and Mrs.
Can we do it all again now? Maybe minus the hurricanes.
I plan on posting a lot more around the wedding, from tips to planning a wedding abroad to our outfits, and I can’t wait to get my hands on our professional snaps and relive it.