Exactly 24 hours before my wedding, Rami and I had a huge fight. No it wasn’t about the commitment, neither was it about finances, it was about candy.
We had agreed to put together a candy bar for our wedding guests to enjoy throughout the night for which we would provide the candy ourselves — Rami is quite the candy connoisseur.
The morning before the big day, I was woken up by a haunting thought — we don’t have enough candy for the candy bar. I frantically called Rami to inform him of our emergency.
“We need to get more candy!” I exclaimed.
“What are you talking about? We have a lot.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Yes, we do.”
“This candy thing was your idea and now you’re giving up on it!”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Why don’t you care about us?”
Obviously, this wasn’t about fluffy marshmallows and colorful M&M’s. I was stressing out, and my outlet, albeit horribly unfortunate, was candy.
Even though I had planned for all of our arrangements to be over a week before the wedding, it was still the most stressful week of my life. Perhaps it was because everything was ready that it left me some spare time to stress about every little thing going wrong.
In addition to worrying about what may go wrong, I was also dealing with the emotional stress of having to pack up my belongings from my old room and count down the last nights I have left to spend with my family.
I was also entering a new phase in my life, one that I was undoubtedly worried about being fully prepared for.
To say that time was flying by is an understatement. I remember being two or three months away from the wedding and thinking, this is taking forever, but now it seemed that each new day was arriving in a split second.
And then it was Friday, June 8, the day of our wedding.
The morning of it felt surreal, I couldn’t believe that the day I had been planning for, stressing out about and mostly looking forward to, had finally come.
To know that the wedding was so close that I couldn’t change a thing, or add anything to the night — by buying more candy, for example — was a relief, and I felt surprisingly calm. My stress had been replaced by excitement. It also helped that I had the most supportive group of people around me who were there when I needed them and kept my energy levels up by being loud and interactive.
I didn’t want the night to end, Rami and I both agree that it was the most fun we’ve ever had and that all that hard work had finally paid off.
Some of my married friends had told me that it passes by so fast, so make sure to enjoy every fleeting second. And I did. I made a mental note of every moment that went by, all the dancing, the laughter and the special moments shared with friends and family. All these memories are now engraved into my mind, and I often look back at them and smile.
For Rami and I, it will always be the best night of our lives.
My only regret; I didn’t eat any of the candy.