My marriage has lasted for four years, and I still smile when I think back to our wedding and honeymoon.
My husband and I got married later in life, when we both had established lives: apartments, jobs, and settled interests. It was a conscious decision made by two adults ready for family life.
To organize the wedding of my dreams, my husband suggested renting out his spacious three-bedroom apartment. The idea was tempting: a dress from a famous designer, a limousine, a banquet at a luxurious restaurant, and my favorite host as the emcee.
And the honeymoon? Of course, by the sea, with white sand, the sound of waves, and endless sunsets.
However, our dreams collided with reality. When the wedding planner quoted the price, we were literally speechless. It was an astronomical amount.
“Maybe we should just forget about the wedding?” I blurted out.
I was surprised by how easily my husband agreed. But he didn’t want to just get married at the registry office either. Instead, we decided to have a small, cozy banquet for our closest ones, and spend our honeymoon at his mother’s place in the countryside.
Honestly, at first, I was a little disappointed. Coming from the comfort of city life, the idea of living in the countryside seemed dull and ordinary to me.
But as soon as we arrived, my doubts disappeared. My mother-in-law, with great understanding, went to stay with a friend, leaving us the house completely to ourselves. There, surrounded by nature, time seemed to stand still.
That week became special for us. Away from the noise of the city, I realized that happiness isn’t about grand celebrations or expensive decorations, but about the sincere moments we create together.
