The Story Of Us…Part Five

The Story Of Us…Part Five

I’m back a little later than planned to share the next part of our story of us. At the end of part four, I left you with with us all ready for the big day. If you missed parts one , two  and three you catch them here.

The day before our wedding was a busy one as I’m sure it is for anyone getting married. It’s all about making sure everything is at the venue that is needed and all the logistics.

I went and got my nails done in the morning and then spent the rest of the day trying not to get them ruined. Later in the afternoon we had the rehearsal at the church, we had it at the end of the day as one of my bridesmaid was at school and it was easier for people that were at work too.

When we arrived at the church it was raining a lot! I mean it was November, so there was a pretty good chance that it would be raining on our wedding day. My emergency plan was if we woke up to rain on the actual day, I would send my dad out to buy lots of golf umbrellas!

With the wedding rehearsal done it was time to say goodbye to Andy for the last time before I would see him at the church. That is quite a weird and exciting feeling. Andy was going to be staying at our house with one of his ushers staying over. His mates were all going to the local pub for the evening!

I was going to be staying at my parents house with one of my bridesmaid. My other bridesmaid and her two daughters, who were also bridesmaids were staying opposite their house in her parents house. We grew up together and our parents still live opposite each other, which was really handy.

That night we shared a Chinese take away, had a few glasses of wine and to be honest I had a fairly early night. I knew that my hairdresser would be arriving at the crack of dawn and I wanted to get a good night sleep.

It was such a strange feeling waking up knowing that I was going to get married to Andy and by the end of the day I would have a new surname and be a ‘Mrs’, which was the hardest thing to get my head around.

And I woke up to no rain and lovely clear skies with the forecast looking good all day. There was no mad dash to buy umbrellas needed.

It wasn’t long until my lovely hairdresser arrived, along with our photographer who was going to be getting some shots of me getting ready. I’ve had my hairdresser since I was about 11 years old, so I knew I was in safe hands and of course we had done a practice run of my hair.

The best thing about getting your hair done is it does take your mind off what is actually happening today, but it was always at the back of my mind and I could feel butterflies in my stomach.

With my hair all done, it was time for my makeup lady to arrive. It was really nice having everyone come to my parents house, it definitely made it more relaxing.

We then had a quick bite to eat, well I didn’t really eat much I was too excited and nervous. But everyone else enjoyed an early lunch.

It was then time for the bit that I couldn’t wait for, for us all to get dressed. My mum was already dressed at this point and looked beautiful. The dress that we had found for her was gorgeous.

My younger bridesmaids were so excited and couldn’t wait to get dressed. Then it was finally my turn and with help from everyone I was in my dress. My lovely clever aunty had made it for me, as she owned her own wedding dress business. Lucky girl!

To walk down the stairs that I had walked down a million times as a child, a teenager and now as a bride was just perfect. We then had some photos taken before it was time to head off to the church. Some of these photos I will treasure forever.

I will leave it there for now as I’ve rambled on and I’ll be back with the wedding service soon.



  1. 14/07/2017 / 15:09

    Ahh, I love how you’ve documented this and really enjoyed reading! It’s going to be so lovely for to read back on too. x

  2. 15/07/2017 / 15:44

    Oh Laura! This bought a tear to my eye! I love that you’re documenting your story like this. It’s a great idea and I think it may be something I think of doing in a few years time too.

  3. 18/07/2017 / 22:38

    Aww I am just loving reading your story, it’s fabulous. Love the bit about walking down the stairs too, what a lovely memory.

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