I found it thisclose to impossible to walk down the aisle on my wedding day, even though I was 125,000% sure that marrying Paul was absolutely what I wanted to do.
There I was, twenty minutes before the ceremony, hyperventilating and experiencing numbness in my extremeties whilst trying not to fall over in my pouffy gold dress.
I found it difficult to change my name, even though my now maiden name has been the bane of my existance since childhood, as it is impossible to say and even more impossible to spell.
Changing my name was like changing who I was. It was difficult, when I thought it would be so easy.
Yet calling him my husband rolls off the tongue, as if it has been there all my life, just waiting to come out.
Funny how the mind works sometimes.
But I did make it down that aisle, and every day for the rest of my life I will thank the powers that be that I uncharacteristically chose a pouffy dress, as the violent shaking of my legs was undetectable beneath the six thousand layers of tulle and taffeta.
