This is a blog post that I have been trying to write for the best part of the last 12 months, but for anyone who doesn't know: On May 7th, 2016, I got married.
A year later and I'm not going to lie, I still don't feel entirely comfortable writing this - it's not that I don't want to talk about it, of course I flippin' do, I could talk the ear off anyone who is willing to listen to me rambing on about it. No, my problem is that ongoing fear that no one really wants to know.
So why am I sharing it? Because I realised that I absolutely adore this kind of blog. I like being nosey and getting a sneak peek into the lives of other people, so you know what? I'm going to let you guys into mine too:)
Where to start?
It really is incredibly difficult to know where to start when it comes to talking about a wedding. However, something that I have learnt over the past year is how much people love hearing a back story. How we met, how long we've been together, how we got engaged, so I thought I would start with a little about Mr Barefoot and myself.We actually first met in the early summer of 2004. I was home from Uni (between my second and third years) and I met him through a mutual friend. I don't really remember much about that one meeting, but I got with someone else, went back to Uni and it wasn't another two years until our paths would cross again.
When we met we were both at difficult times in our lives. Mr Barefoot was struggling to find work, and I was in that post-University, "what the heck am I doing with my life"? Our relationship started with just hanging out and everything happened incredibly quickly.
We've been through a heck of lot in the eleven years since: moving around, new jobs, redundancies, Mr Barefoot went back to Uni and got his Degree, we spent two and a half weeks apart when I went to Canada (honestly the longest we have been apart in the past eleven years).
How did he Propose?
I will just come out and say it: There was no big proposal.Nope, sorry to break your heart, but it didn't happen.
Mr Barefoot and I simply decided that it was the next step for us, and decided to just do it. To be honest, I initially saw the whole thing as a joke and didn't really think that we would do it.
It wasn't until Mr Barefoot jokingly bought me a ring from a museum for £1.50 that I started to think that maybe this was serious. He even picked a date (our 10th anniversary), which at the time was just over two years away, which - as you can imagine - flew by.
Was it Stressful?
You always hear stories about how stressful weddings are, but to be honest - mine was most stress-free. Of course, there were a few problems as we were let down by suppliers or people we had hired to create stuff for our big day, but other than that, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I had expected.Okay, so at times, I struggled to keep everything organised, but it pulled together so nicely, that in the final few weeks I had barely anything left to do and I felt like I must have forgotten something (of which, I am still trying to figure out!)
