I am celebrating twenty-four years married to the same amazing human. The ‘Huz’ is all the H’s…handsome, humble, honest, helpful and hot as heck…phoaaarr! By today’s standards we married ‘young’ but it didn’t feel like it, I was twenty-three and he turned twenty six the week before we said ‘I do’. Fun fact, my wedding was the first wedding I ever attended. Another fun fact, we spent a whopping two thousand dollars for the big day.
Yup, we designed the invites ourselves, had one attendee each, hired a celebrant, had a chocolate mud cake made by the girls in our favourite coffee shop and we enjoyed a lunchtime reception… which as it turns out pretty much no drank alcohol. Sounds so tight-arse but we knew no different, we just did it our way and it was perfect.
Recently I was back in Hervey Bay (where we were married ) and on a girls trip for a spot of whale watching and relaxation. On an afternoon drive we found ourselves back at the exact spot the Huz and I said ‘I do’ This was the photo snapped on the day that I texted to the Huz with the message, ‘look at me back at the spot we were married, wearing white!’. He responded ‘and not pregnant’! Funny bugger!
I gotta tell you, walking around the spot we were married while watching the sun set, it brought back all the feels! From the giddy excitement in the pit of my gut to the pride I felt standing by my man, I found myself reliving it all. The laughter as the new Zealand celebrant kept calling me ‘Jinny’, the rice and petals I was fishing outa my dress, the way he squeezed my hand tight as I struggled to get the vows out through tears of joy…it really was a perfect day.
There was no fanfare, just ‘Enya’ playing on the CD player in the car we borrowed from his cousins. To be fair they had pr etty fancy wheels, a white Cadillac and red Pontiac! I didn’t have a cascading bouquet of flowers, instead I carried a few bunches of chrysanthemum daisies tied together with a trailing green ribbon that I whipped up on the morning of my actual wedding. I did my own hair and makeup which was ruined by wind (hello convertibles) and tears before the reception had even started. Oh dear, that hair! Pics snapped on my phone from photos in our album…
NOT THE USUAL WEDDING FANFARE
I didn’t have a hens show or a bridal registry, in fact in so many ways our wedding was far from traditional. I didn’t even wear a wedding dress! Instead I had a local lady whip up a simple frock in the colours of our wedding, forest green and white. Looking back now I slap my forehead we I chose green as my husband is actually red/green colour blind. I know, what was I thinking??
To be fair I blame preggo brain as I was up the duff with our first beautiful boy. Yup, preggers on my wedding day and not giving a flying fuck about that little detail, in fact no one did. We had been engaged for more than a year and a wedding date set and clearly not giving a hoot about falling pregnant, so when the stick showed two pink lines we brought our wedding date forward six months and pulled a wedding together in just six weeks! Awww look at my belly!
Locals suggested the spot we were married, a patch of park by the ocean in Point Vernon Hervey Bay. Our reception was at Gatakers Bay restaurant again by the sea, although a lunchtime wedding reception meant the tide was out, Looks more like we are in the outback. Again…pics taken on my phone of photos in an album
Over the years I have thought about what a fancier wedding day would look like but have never regretted a detail of our own special day…well except my hair, that was a bit of a situation that future non preggo me would have sorted in a flash.
The little trip down memory lane a few weeks ago made me realise just how special our little day was because it was us winging it, sharing our love and joy with those who mattered and it was the beginning of a marriage that has stood the test of time…just like we knew it would. I loved that trip down memory lane and I love my Huz, twenty four years, bring on more of that good shit I say!
Til next time.