How does it feel in the days right after? Well now after the fact I'm still basking in the light of being a newlywed. I almost can't believe it but then the evidence of all the bridal magazines and the facebook pictures hits me across the face and I know it must have really happened. My mother in-law sent me a Blackberry message yesterday that said "so how is Mrs. Bo doing this morning?". It's all just a bit new but wonderful. I can't say enough how happy I am to be rid of wedding planning things, I didn't really enjoy the process like i know many other brides do. I'm ready to get on with it get on with making this new life and home and family with my beau. I've looked at all the online pictures (and there are tons of them!) almost a million times and at odd times during the day I find myself going back to that day. I know everyone says it goes by fast, but really it does. Definitely if I could do it all again I would just relax and truly enjoy the moment. And I was a pretty laid back bride, but I think no matter how much you try to take it all in, the day is just too magnificent for your mind to wrap itself around it. My hindsight now is that I took the whole thing too much like a project that I had to manage that I was maybe too tense during the whole wedding weekend. I didn't really start to enjoy myself until the last day of my honeymoon! :-) All my guests had soooooo much fun and they are still talking about it but even though I was there during a lot of it, it's like I have to re-live it anew because when it was actually happening I was thinking about how to get the florist her balance!
All in all, the day was perfect.
Bolaji and I arrived at our destination the Saturday before our wedding. We had already tied up most things before hand so it was mainly so that we can finalize loose ends and just generally make sure everything was going on schedule. Getting TO our location however was quite the experience.
I collected my dress just the Thursday before flying on Friday as apparently it is advisable to let the dressmaker have the dress in her possession until the last minute so that she would still be able to make adjustments in weight fluctuations etc. From the time I collected the dress it was under very stringent guidelines. I needed to keep it so that I won't have to dryclean or press when I got to my location and also I didn't want Bolaji to see it which was a challenge considering we live together. I was luckily very successful on both missions until we got to the hell that is Murtala Muhammed Airport. Everything was going well and I refused to part with my dress, Bolaji and I were in pretty good spirits as we went through the security. I gently placed my dress on the belt only for the ignoramus customs officer to shove his hands down the thing, grab it roughly, and fling the dress at me. I just went blank and tried to tell the guy to be careful with it since it's my wedding dress, he just says to me "I don't care, take out the metal hanger now"" Long story short, Bolaji had to remove the dress from the bag in front of EVERYONE and rearrange it as by this time I was sobbing by the corner. The customs guy had damaged the foot of the dress. He was just uncaring and evil and I know he's got his coming to him.
From there the entire weekend went phenomenally well.