Three years ago today, the Greek God(zilla) and I were married in the Blue room at Marylebone Registry office, exactly 4-years to the day after we first met, and in front of only 30 of our closest family and friends.
It was lovely.
We did not put in months of planning, audition any bands, or attend a single cake tasting. We simply booked a room, invited our guests by email, and held the reception at The Landmark Hotel opposite.
We did not think to organise a gift list, I ordered my dress online, and the music played via my iPod.
All this makes it sound like it was a bit rubbish, but it was genuinely one of the most wonderful days of my life.
The Greek God(zilla) proposed to me in Barbados when I was 5-months pregnant. He gave me the most beautiful pear shaped diamond ring that I could just about squeeze onto my fat swollen finger.
Then we put the plans to one side for a few months while we focused on bringing our son safely into the world.
I think Zachy was about 3-months old when we set a date for 4-months later. I booked The Landmark, primarily because of its location to the registry office, but also because it is a beautiful hotel and I knew they would look after us.
I surfed the net for my wedding dress. I did not want a long gown, as every one I tried on made me feel like I was wearing fancy dress and I wanted something less showy. I eventually found just what I was looking for online at Net-a Porter and bought a dress by Australian designers, Lover, which seemed so appropriate.
Not just for the romantic name, but because I lived in Australia for a year during my twenties and it seemed apt to represent a part of my life that could not physically be there on the day.
So it may have been a bit far for my Australian buddies to travel, but my besties in L.A., Dubai and Ireland made it. Well most of them did anyway.
Beautiful C, my old flatmate in Maida Vale, flew in from L.A. to be one of our witnesses, along with the Greek God(zilla)’s sister, BB. Lins & Paul flew in from Dubai and Lins joined my sister and the Greek God(zilla)’s youngest sister, Eva, as Bridesmaids.
Donna had a relatively short trip from Dublin in comparison, but Icelandic ash stopped her flight from taking off and she was grounded in Ireland for the weekend.
But Susy and Katie, my girls, were there and we dialled Donna in for a conference call later that day. I received a message from my dearest Steve in Sydney and from Pete in Toronto, and I really was touched beyond belief.
I am very fortunate in that my sister is an Emmy award nominated (!) make-up artist and worked her magic on me for free. However, I made the mistake of booking myself into the hotel salon for a blow dry on the morning of the wedding and HATED what they did to me. Even looking at photos now, I do not like my hair.
The reception was held in the penthouse Tower Suite, overlooking the atrium. We had just three tables of 12 and all the booze you could manage.
Our wedding cake was a strawberry cheesecake, which is always our dessert of choice. If we ever go out to eat and there is cheesecake on the menu, the Greek God(zilla) will have to have it. Even though he is ‘allergic’ to uncooked cheese, apparently… although I think the word he is actually looking for is ‘picky’.
The speeches made me cry, especially my Dad’s and my new husband’s. One of the Greek God(zilla)’s Best Men got my name wrong in his speech. I am sure it was just his nerves getting the better of him and not that he copied and pasted the same speech from when he Best Man at his brother’s wedding… if you are reading this Jon, I am just kidding! It was very funny and everyone had a chuckle about it.
We did not have a first dance as such, but did have a big group dance huddle to GOLD by Spandau Ballet.
It really was the most wonderful day. I’d say second only to the day that Zachy was born.
Happy Anniversary to you my darling husband. Thank you for the most wonderful 3-years (and 4 before that) and I look forward to spending many many more happy times with you.
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