The day that it all began

On Tuesday, June 18, Derek and I celebrated two years of marriage. I’ve been spending some time this week reflecting on those two years and reminiscing about our wedding day. Aside from a few important family members in our lives who were unable to be there, we were able to share our wedding with the most precious and dear people in our lives at the time and it was perfect.

I woke up Saturday morning, two years ago, with my bridesmaids by my side and a stomach full of nervous butterflies. We headed to Khayaam hair salon pretty early in the morning to begin the lengthy process of pre-wedding beautification. We had a wonderful morning, everything ran pretty much to schedule and the girls were incredible at keeping my nerves tamed. We had a sprinkle of rain mid morning but by the time we returned to my Matron of Honour's house to get ready, the grey clouds had vanished and were replaced by the most glorious winter sun placed amongst a crystal clear, blue sky. As we got dressed and finalised our outfits the sun streamed through the windows and warmed us from the inside. The limo arrived and my dad and older brother joined myself and my three bridesmaids for the 15 minute drive back into town for the ceremony. I had never been more nervous and excited in my whole life. I was on the verge of tears as I stood in the foyer of my church, preparing to walk down the aisle, from my Dad's arm, to my soon-to-be husband's. The ceremony was a blur of tears, nerves and heart exploding love. A dear friend and wise counsellor in our lives married us, our beautiful friends Glenn and Alexis sang and played two songs during the service, and throughout it all, our closest friends and siblings stood on stage with us as we exchanged rings and made promises to each other. 

The rest of the day was lost in photo shoots, food, champagne, dancing and tear jerking, belly aching laughter. Amongst it all, I did remember to take some time out to just sit in the moment, think about what was happening and thank God for this incredible man I had vowed to share all my days with, a fact I am so grateful for.

This afternoon we are headed to a little town, Healesville, in the Yarra Valley for a couple of nights to celebrate two years as husband and wife. Bring on the next 100 years together I say.