HellooooOOOOOoooooo, hive! Remember me? It’s hard to believe it’s been almost nine months since I said “I do” to my best friend, Mr. Bunting.
It was never my intention to make you wait so long to hear all about the happiest day of my life, and I must admit part of the delay is selfish procrastination on my part. I’ve been sitting on some finished recap posts for months now, and part of this reason was so I can finish or nearly finish writing all of them before I begin sharing them with you, but the other reason is because I was reluctant to officially begin them.
You see, our wedding day is by far the happiest day of our lives. It was utterly amazing, and though we did have some minor setbacks that you will learn about, it was also utterly perfect. The entire day, from the moment I woke up to the moment we collapsed in our hotel bed, exhausted and married, was a surreal living dream. I loved every single second.
When the day was over, we had a day to pack and then our honeymoon to enjoy. And when our honeymoon was over, we had a few months to be sappy and chase each other around calling out ‘husband!’ and ‘wife!’. And when that immediate newlywed freshness started to subside and our regular routine resumed, I succumbed to PWD. Post-Wedding Depression. I swear it must be a real thing, because although I would not say I was actually depressed, I was definitely sad when it came to wedding talk.
Brother Bunting’s wedding came and went, and a cousin Bunting’s wedding came and went, and all the while I was incredibly happy to be in or attending their weddings, I was also incredibly sad and a bit jealous that our wedding was already past. I missed the planning. The daily calls with Mother Bunting about flowers and tissue pom-poms. The countless hours spent pouring over wedding blog after wedding blog, absorbing everything I possibly could and finding new ways to incorporate those sweetest things featured. The sheer anticipation of what was going to be the best day ever. I missed everything about our wedding adventure. And when it was over, I couldn’t help but feel the pangs of bittersweet nostalgia.
I know fully well that the title of ‘best day ever’ will have some serious contenders down the road, but our ‘best wedding ever’ has been fulfilled and can never be fully experienced again. And that made me sad.
So after the transition back to normal life, I held off on working on my recaps. At the time I told myself it was because I was so busy, but I think it was because my recaps were the last leg of my wedding journey and I wasn’t yet ready for that journey to end completely. I held onto those last threads dearly and selfishly.
But I have waited long enough and you have waited long enough. And while I do still feel a little jealous of our engaged friends because they have their perfect day to look forward to, I believe I have finally come to terms with my PWD. It just took some time and some reminiscing. So let’s re-live my wedding together, moment by moment, and let the Bunting Bash begin!
Have any of you experienced any post-wedding sadness? What did you do to overcome it?