My Las Vegas Wedding

This post is a little overdue, but It’s been a busy few weeks for me. I’m now back from Las Vegas, having had a bumpy flight (with a 1 year old) but an amazing time. I’m also a married man! People say it doesn’t make you feel any different, but it’s a pretty incredible moment when you see a letter addressed to your wife with her new surname on for the first time. Jillian has finally become a Willacy – which means she can officially be called Jilly Willy, something she’s naturally thrilled about.

Despite the overbearing pride that I feel at making Jill my wife, the new ring that accompanies marriage is an absolute pain. I wasn’t a ring wearer before I got married, so this is a whole new, uncomfortable experience for me. I love what it represents, but wow does it make my finger feel claustrophobic. Is that even possible? To have a claustrophobic finger? I don’t know. But I take it off every now and again to give my finger a breather anyway, before swiftly putting it back on through fear of losing it.

Despite it’s suffocating nature, I actually don’t always intentionally take it off, I don’t know how I’ve done it, but I seem to have lost some finger weight since trying on the ring in the shop. Honestly, I’m sure it used to fit. It must have. But now there’s a herculean gap there, which means whenever I wash my hands that little bit of manly bling is slipping off. I’ve unfortunately come to the conclusion that I’ll have to get it resized, although I’ve gone to every effort not to have to make the trip to do so. I initially tried to put this elusive finger weight back on by eating vast amounts of chocolate once I got home, Easter was a prime excuse if I needed another, but I just couldn’t seem to guide the weight to sit in the right place. Resizing it is.

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I’ve digressed…

Anyway, about Las Vegas… Being there was an absolutely incredible experience, it was an amazing place to be and one that we’ve taken so many happy memories from. The sights were out of this world, it truly is a stunningly unique place and based on the things we saw, fully deserves it’s reputation as being the City of Sin!

We flew out on the Tuesday and got married on the Friday, which despite having to curb our appetites for 3 days, turned out to be the day our daughter recovered from jet lag, so we couldn’t have picked a better day. The weather on the Friday was also perfect, not perfect for sunbathing, but perfect in the way that meant I wasn’t sweating in the aisle! Jokes aside, the day went without a hitch, we had so much fun and it was the small, intimate wedding that we wanted, we couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.

One thing I was surprised at after being in Vegas for a few days was actually how clean it was. It was really, really clean. I don’t know why I was so surprised, I guess with the reputation it holds I expected it to be a little rough round the edges. But the streets – spotless. And the hotels – WOW! Every hotel was a phenomenal piece of architecture, Caesars Palace, The Bellagio and the Venetian were 3 of my favourites.

The Dolphin habitat made the Mirage my daughters firm favourite, we couldn’t tear her away from that place! The holiday as a whole ticked so many boxes, It was a long week, and one that consisted of blistering amounts of walking, but also one that contained days of laughter, my daughter’s first holiday, which was priceless, but also one which turned me into a married man. I’ll now always have a soft spot for Vegas, it’s a lot of things to a lot of people, but for me it’ll always be the place where I made the greatest mother on this earth my wife. Our daughter and I are lucky to have you.

Oh, and I also won $90 on the roulette table. It would have been more for sure but I was assertively told to ‘quit while you’re ahead.’

Speak soon,

Mike.