I want to write this without the clouding of the issue with "my day." I do hope to reassess my views after the wedding to see if things change.
I write this as determined anna, the anna you see below.
So, at last it is almost my turn to become a wife. I can't yet say whether it has been an easy or difficult ride.
So what does a wedding mean to me?
I think I understand what marriage means. Well I think I know what it will mean for Bean and me. However that is for another day.
Time has marched on with me trying to get to grips with the whole concept of a wedding.
I have had issues with the idea of the hoopla. The overindulgence, the selfishness and the general point of a wedding (apart from the getting married part)?
Is it for the Bean and me, is it for our parents, is it for generations to come? I just don't know. I know right now that I am not really looking forward to my wedding. Body issues, self confidence issue and money issues do somewhat put a a dampener on festivities.
The wedding is happening. Maybe I shall never know what a wedding means. Maybe I shall learn over the next few days. Wish me luck.
I am lucky enough to have had the support of so many of you over the past eighteen months and even luckier that some of your will be offering their thoughts of the next few days about, "What a wedding means."
So enjoy yourself this weekend. Think of me at 2pm GMT getting ready to say "i do" to the only man I want to ever love. Don your gladrags and raise a glass of tea or champers to me and my Bean.
(Yes I am very nervous!)
*I wish I could have posted this as an unmarried woman. Stupid lack of internet, laptop and general uber chaos!