If you've been keeping up you already know that I have a serious love affair with St. Lucia. My hubby is from there and I consider myself an "honorary" Lucian. I experienced my first taste of local living there and will be heading back this summer so that my little one can get his feet wet in the sparkling waters of his other homeland (and experience the same local life).
In September 2011 though, my love and I were there to tie the knot. We spent a good two weeks prior to the wedding on the island pampering ourselves (I needed to be a nice shade of bubblin' brown sugar for my wedding photos!). This would be my dream wedding.
On the day of the wedding I remember walking to the gazebo from the golf cart (that picked me up from my room) and looking out at the ocean on the horizon, the beach off in the distance and the lush greenery surrounding it all and thinking how perfect everything was. I couldn't have been happier; it was my wedding day and I was getting married to the love of my life in the tropics.
I was probably the most easy-going bride. All I really wanted was a nice day and for folks to enjoy themselves. I wasn't worried about the particulars; the cake, the tablecloths, centerpieces - none of it! (I remember the wedding coordinator asking me when did I want to cut the cake and I said, "I don't know, when do you people usually do it?" Ha!) I really didn't care about that stuff. My husband and I really just wanted to make sure the music was on point (which they actually messed up; they played the wrong song for our first dance) and that our guests enjoyed themselves.
It was truly a great day; time really flew! It felt like the shortest day of my life and I didn't want it to end. We had planned to go out and party after the reception but our poor feet told us otherwise which was just fine. Staying in and reading our guestbook and opening up our cards made the evening even more special. Our loved ones had so many beautiful and insightful gems to share with us which we still cherish to this day.