101 Worries + 109 Miles = 1 Perfect Day
Competition Entry from Rosco
The run up to any wedding is a stressful time to say the least but when your organising a wedding knowing full well the groom could be incapable of travelling to the venue, the word “stress” doesn't even begin to cover it. You may think that’s an exaggeration, that I'm just writing it for effect but to be totally honest it doesn't even cover the anxiety we were feeling at the time. From the moment we set the date one thing was constantly going through our mind's and that was simply we were either getting married or we were going to lose most if not all of our savings.
It may sound like a major risk and it was but I was so determined to somehow be there I didn't let myself think for a second that I wasn't going to make it because it was about making it as special as I could for my fiancée. The reason for all the dought surrounding attending my own wedding was due to being in an accident 2 years earlier that left me with a severely damaged back and had been housebound for almost a year at that point. We had been offered an amazing deal on Culloden House in Inverness as the venue for our wedding through a family member, not only did this include the function rooms but also discounted accommodation for our guests. It was truly a stunning venue but came with its own set of problems including having to travel over 100 miles only days before.
It wasn't the only hurdle either as my dad (who was also my best man) had accidentally booked the wrong day for the wedding, twice, yup you read that right. He originally booked it for a week where both him and my mum were away for work (clever eh) so we talked it over and finally decided on another date only for dad to forget the agreed date and book it for a week later. Unfortunately by the time we realised what he had done the second date was already spoken for so we had to change the date again (and have to tell everyone involved in the wedding the new date... yet again) but this time we made sure we made the booking ourselves.
A week before the wedding almost everything was organised but it was looking less likely that I was going to be able to make the journey as my back was as bad as it had ever been. I can't honestly remember much about the journey to Inverness apart from being on heavy duty pain killers and still feeling like I could pass out from the pain at any moment. The following 48 hours I did all I could to try and control the pain levels so when the day came I was torn between how I was feeling and making sure it was the best possible day for my future wife.
The moment I had been preparing for and we had been looking forward to for the last few months was here. I took my next lot of tablets, picked up my stick and headed towards the room where I would meet wife for the first time. Because we had scheduled tablet breaks and periods throughout the day were I could lie down to recuperate slightly I did actually manage to last the whole day. Even got to have a short but very satisfying first dance as husband and wife and another quick dance at the end of the night. It was a very special moment being on the dance floor with my wife even though I'm sure the dress was designed to trip me up with every step.
It was really an amazing day even with the pain, we got to get married in a stunning place surrounded by everyone we loved. My brother-in law flew in from Australia just in time to give her away which was as important to her as getting married to me was. My wife looked amazing wearing the wedding dress my mum made for her (with matching napkin so she didn't spill her soup on her dress) wearing my grandmother's wedding ring (which absolutely made my granddad’s day, seeing it being used again.
When your trying to get all the pieces to fall into place in the run up to the wedding day it can seam like an impossible task. Somehow you keep persevering because getting married to the person you love more than everything makes everything worth while (even if that includes having to track down the only bridesmaid dress in the UK that is still in stock and in our bridesmaid's size). I often thought the “happiest day of your life” thing was just something that was said but having been there myself I honestly wouldn't change a thing.
As It really was the happiest day of our life...
It may sound like a major risk and it was but I was so determined to somehow be there I didn't let myself think for a second that I wasn't going to make it because it was about making it as special as I could for my fiancée. The reason for all the dought surrounding attending my own wedding was due to being in an accident 2 years earlier that left me with a severely damaged back and had been housebound for almost a year at that point. We had been offered an amazing deal on Culloden House in Inverness as the venue for our wedding through a family member, not only did this include the function rooms but also discounted accommodation for our guests. It was truly a stunning venue but came with its own set of problems including having to travel over 100 miles only days before.
It wasn't the only hurdle either as my dad (who was also my best man) had accidentally booked the wrong day for the wedding, twice, yup you read that right. He originally booked it for a week where both him and my mum were away for work (clever eh) so we talked it over and finally decided on another date only for dad to forget the agreed date and book it for a week later. Unfortunately by the time we realised what he had done the second date was already spoken for so we had to change the date again (and have to tell everyone involved in the wedding the new date... yet again) but this time we made sure we made the booking ourselves.
A week before the wedding almost everything was organised but it was looking less likely that I was going to be able to make the journey as my back was as bad as it had ever been. I can't honestly remember much about the journey to Inverness apart from being on heavy duty pain killers and still feeling like I could pass out from the pain at any moment. The following 48 hours I did all I could to try and control the pain levels so when the day came I was torn between how I was feeling and making sure it was the best possible day for my future wife.
The moment I had been preparing for and we had been looking forward to for the last few months was here. I took my next lot of tablets, picked up my stick and headed towards the room where I would meet wife for the first time. Because we had scheduled tablet breaks and periods throughout the day were I could lie down to recuperate slightly I did actually manage to last the whole day. Even got to have a short but very satisfying first dance as husband and wife and another quick dance at the end of the night. It was a very special moment being on the dance floor with my wife even though I'm sure the dress was designed to trip me up with every step.
It was really an amazing day even with the pain, we got to get married in a stunning place surrounded by everyone we loved. My brother-in law flew in from Australia just in time to give her away which was as important to her as getting married to me was. My wife looked amazing wearing the wedding dress my mum made for her (with matching napkin so she didn't spill her soup on her dress) wearing my grandmother's wedding ring (which absolutely made my granddad’s day, seeing it being used again.
When your trying to get all the pieces to fall into place in the run up to the wedding day it can seam like an impossible task. Somehow you keep persevering because getting married to the person you love more than everything makes everything worth while (even if that includes having to track down the only bridesmaid dress in the UK that is still in stock and in our bridesmaid's size). I often thought the “happiest day of your life” thing was just something that was said but having been there myself I honestly wouldn't change a thing.
As It really was the happiest day of our life...