‘It’s not the day I want, but it’s what I need’: Covid bride Megan Martin on reimagining her marriage
I won’t say that I have dreamed of my wedding since I was a kid because I don’t want to go to Disney, but I admit that I at least have a vague idea of what that day might be like. a few years.
When my ten-year-old partner proposed in April 2019 and the wedding planning began shortly thereafter, the “ vision ” for what exactly my wedding day would be like became crystal clear.
I never necessarily felt the need to get married abroad but, ironically, the scarcity of wedding dates in Ireland for 2020 and the allure of having a “ smaller ” guest list made us feel attracted to Croatia.
Soon the date has been set for a gigantic four-day wedding celebration on a remote Croatian island with 120 of our closest and dearest (in this case, a plane ride, car ride, and ferry will NOT deter as many guests as you think) on September 3, 2020.
Flights were booked, villas booked, plans were in place for pre-wedding welcome drinks, post-wedding barbecues, and island-hopping boat cruises. But we all know how this doomed dream ends.
In May 2020, it became clear that our “ dream ” wedding four months from now was not a possibility, so we did what many other couples thought would solve the problem, postpone.
May 27, 2021 was our new date and while the fun it was Ryanair made the transfer all the more difficult, for the most part it was a smooth transition.
Enter Ireland’s third Covid wave and we know how this story unfolded.
Eventually it got to the point where we had to postpone another year. As they say, cheat on me once …
The Deja Vu of “ next year will surely be good ” was strong and neither of us were comfortable with the bet that 2022 would be better * knocking wood *
So we made the difficult decision to give up our dream of Croatia entirely (no one was willing to postpone until 2023) and instead opted for a small civil ceremony at Dublin Town Hall in June.
I think I gained an understanding of post-pandemic stress disorder (PPSD), when in February we booked a civil ceremony with just six guests – the minimum number allowed even in the highest level of lockdown – but yet there was a constant recurrence. thought “that might not happen”.
Now, less than two weeks later, it seems our luck has finally changed. As it happens, the hotels reopen on June 2 (giving way to our dream mini-moon) and the number of guests who can attend a wedding reception increases to 25 the day before our ceremony (we only have 10 but the extra four makes all the difference).
We always hope to have a wedding party with our family and friends in the future, but the satisfaction we have gained from taking back control of your own life is priceless.
Since last March, I have lived in a state of perpetual anxiety about what was going on around the corner and what effect it might have on this random, but very expensive date. And while you may roll your eyes that I had such trivial issues during a global crisis, I will argue that every issue is subjective, and many people reading this will resonate with that struggle.
Choosing to leave limbo life has been a weight on my shoulders and while a ceremony with 10 guests at Town Hall followed by dinner at the hotel with no live music or continuing beyond 11:30 p.m. is a long way off to be the “ day of the dream, ” from the post-pandemic perspective, is all I ever wanted.