It was a rainy but warm day. The rain actually helped calm my nerves because as the moment moved closer i realized nothing could prepare me for that dreaded walk down the aisle. I’ve always been one to avoid too much attention and religion has never been ‘my thing’ so nothing but the man standing at the end of that long path could make it worthwhile.My wedding day was nothing like I had envisioned. As much as I tried to relax and enjoy myself, the people, the fuss and the ‘traditions’, i felt, got in my way. To be honest, I could’ve done without the whole hoohah but some things are meant to be done a certain way and throwing a big party for all your friends and family is actually really fun! the next morning, it hit me. I was married… And it didn’t scare me anymore. In fact it made me so damn proud. i was excited! i had spent seven beautiful and intense years with this man and now couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store. three years later, my marriage is like a cocoon. it’s warm, cosy and safe. there’s a special bond behind the arguing, the disagreements and the hard times life throws at us. It’s weird. It’s love. And I like it.
