I don’t know how many people would want to know this about me and my husband, but I thought I’d tell you all about our marriage day. I just recently read on another blog about another woman who never went on a honeymoon. We didn’t either. Actually, our marriage day really makes me look bad… but I think that makes me love my husband all the more.
It started out with me in a frenzy trying to make sure everything would be perfect. No one would actually see us get married. To be honest, almost no one wanted to. Just a few weeks out of high school, most thought our marriage would be over within 2 years. But, we were too in love to care what they thought. We were getting married by the Justice of the Peace and then going to a small reception catered by my mom(a home cook, no special training)… what could go wrong?
My soon to be husband was supposed to meet me at my mom’s apartment an hour before we had to leave. He was late. I started freaking out. I thought he wasn’t going to show. I thought that he didn’t want to marry me anymore. I started frantically calling him. I was a wreck, and he was a half hour late. He shows up and I am in tears, a total mess, and he’s trying to calm me down. I said, “Let’s just go.”
My dad was driving us, but we had to drive to the reception place first. It was a local community center just down the road. I drove and almost couldn’t see straight from my tears and yelling. We get there, and fed up with the guilt I was throwing on him for being 30 minutes late, he yells, “Hannah, Just CALM down already.” I screamed, “You don’t want to marry me!” I ran to the bathroom crying hysterically, and my two younger sisters had to calm me down enough to talk to him.
This sounds way less worse than it was. I was a nut job, and I still don’t know how he still wanted to marry me. But, he did. Everyone thought I was going crazy. Thankfully, only my family was there. They had seen me worse. But, I was known as a “drama queen” since I was 2. Everyone just kept reassuring my fiance that this is how I was, and to just wait it out.
He didn’t. After I came out of the bathroom he talked to me. He said he loved me, that he was sorry, and that he was just trying to talk his grandma into coming. (side note: his grandma refused to go because she disapproved). Still in tears, I said I was sorry for causing a scene and that I loved him too.
Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; Ephesians 5:25
After the meltdown finally subsided, we were off to get married. Yes, after all that, this man still wanted to marry me. Me?! Looking back on it, I’m amazed.
After we got married, we went back to the reception. What would normally be a half hour trip turned into over an hour because of the terrible rain. My dad drove us(we hated driving downtown), and had to drive 35 in a 65 zone. It was that bad. But, we made it back alive!
At the reception, all was cordial with his family and mine. I was glad to have friends there to break the tension. My mom had hired a dj, but the rain caused a blackout. Thankfully, all the food was eaten before that happened! It seems like a mess, but I really love our wedding day. To us, it seems like if we could make it through that, we can make it through anything.
When the reception was over we packed up our car and were off. We had a 3 hour drive to our new home. The drive was so nice. Just being together, alone, for the first time as husband and wife. We didn’t have a honeymoon, but I like our story anyway… The story of a mess of a girl, and the man that would help her to grow. That’s what I see us as.
Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband. Ephesians 5:33 (I still had a long way to go)
Feel free to tell me about your wedding in the comments.
Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. Genesis 2:24