It isn’t just about the big day itself, but everything that goes into making it.
It is about the day that you and your FO decide you want to take it further.
It is about the moment one of you pops the question and the other says yes.
It is about the lead up to the ceremony; whether it is a fast elopement, or a detailed and drawn out affair.
It is about the ceremony itself, witnessed by those who you care about the most in the world (even if that is just the two of you).
It is about the honeymoon, if you have one, and being alone together, enjoying your new found connectivity.
It is about the first time you are able to say that you are ‘Mr/Mrs X’, and it is about knowing that, whenever anyone else sees one of you, they now think of the other.
It is about knowing that you are now, ‘X’s partner’, legally as well as physically.
None of this has changed how much you love one another, it was never about that. The wedding was for the two of you. It was something you wanted to do. You wanted to be able to call them your husband or wife, and they wanted to know that you had signed up to be with them for life.
You believed in sickness and in health. You believed in everything that marriage signified. You know it won’t be perfect, but you wanted to do it anyway. You are bonded, you and them, and the wedding was a way for you to say that.
Or at least, it was the way you two wanted to say it.
So it isn’t about the day itself.
It is about the sentiment behind the day.
It is about the feelings you have for one another, and shouting them to the world, all through this tradition that, generally, you probably hadn’t cared about at all.
At least, not until you’d met your FO.