Starting this blog has reminded me of a post I wrote a few year back for the excellent ‘I Am Staggered’ website entitled ‘What’s Wrong with Weddings – A Groom Rants’. Even though I have been married for less than 3 years, this seems like a long time ago. I did enjoy reading it again and I’m not ashamed to admit that I laughed at my own jokes especially the bit about the Dulux dog.
Part of the reason why I started thinking about that post again is because before George was born I kept wondering if the day of his birth would be ‘the best day of my life’. I feel like putting a little ™ after that phrase as I seemed to hear it so often. I asked Dad friends their opinion and got a mainly positive but decidedly mixed reaction that left me no closer to the truth. How would it compete with my wedding day? I won’t go into details of the day George was born as that will probably become the subject of a separate post. In summary it was a day of worry, crushing helplessness and confusion spread over 40 hours without sleep. He is worth everything we went through but it will take a long time before I can look back at the day with anything other than horror.
In contrast I spent my wedding day driving around in a vintage car drinking champagne with a beautiful woman. Then we went to a party with my friends and family where I picked the music and everyone bought me drinks. Best Day of My Life™? No contest.
There is always time for biscuits 