My Wedding Day Was Not the Best Day of My Life

Hello bees! I got married on Aug. 15. Yay! We had a small, intimate wedding of less than 30 people. Our ceremony was outside in a gazebo along a lake, which was gorgeous, and despite a forecast for storms and rain the weather held up. Dinner followed at our favorite restaurant. We finished the night with drinks with a few friends and family members. Aside from hair snafu (which I fortunately fixed) everything went as planned.

But I cannot say it was the best day of my life. DH and I talked about it and he felt the same way.

I don’t know if I feel disappointed about that or just surprised. I’m guessing I feel this way because I never expected my wedding day to be the best day ever. I hated wedding planning — I really wanted to live my life without this one event taking over. That’s not to say I didn’t care or wasn’t involved. I don’t know … I guess I just thought this magical feeling would take over on the day and I would get that bride high I feel like everyone else experiences. (Deep down, part of me wonders if we had gone the Vegas route, the plan I originally got so excited over, if I would’ve felt that “best day ever” feeling.)

I don’t feel sorry for myself and I really can’t say I wish I had done anything differently. My wedding was just not the best day ever, and i guess I’m looking for a little perspective on that, because I think the wedding industry has convinced us all that your wedding is supposed to be the best day ever. 

Anyone else feel the same way?