Our wedding rehearsal was a nightmare for me. I almost threw up during the rehearsal and felt sick throughout the whole dinner afterward. And I was in a horrific mood. I didn't want to see anybody, and did not want to be out at dinner whatsoever. I remember barely looking at the menu and picking out something randomly, just wanting to get it over with so I could go home and go to bed. I didn't want to make small talk, didn't want to think about the wedding, didn't want to be surrounded by family and in-laws.

My mom and sister were giving each other awkward smiles with panicky eyes over dinner, like, oh shit, she's going to be completely ballistic tomorrow.

I went home, ran on the treadmill, watched Anchorman, and went to sleep in my childhood bedroom, and I woke up on my wedding day feeling completely fine. Relief was evident on my family's faces as they hovered around chattering in high-pitched voices, making sure I wasn't going to have a nervous breakdown.

"You're the most relaxed bride I have ever seen!" the co-ordinator whispered when I was getting ready to head down the aisle.

Three years ago today, Peter and I got married. We took pictures outside in the leaves and it was freezing cold. I drank a lot of champagne and didn't eat enough, but somehow managed to avoid getting annihilated. I wore a dress from J.Crew (so comfortable) and had a million bobby pins stuck in my head (not comfortable). I didn't cry all day.

Happy anniversary, Pete! I love you more every day. xo