I took this as a sign that we were doing the right thing.
Eloping is kind of a big deal. Especially in this day and age.
Obviously Juffin and I have been together for a long time. Ten and half years actually, and we'd been engaged for nearly five. However, we'd been talking about marriage for nine of those years.
Juffin has been married before. Yes. He's very old... not. The first time, he got married young, and it didn't work out and that's what happens sometimes when people are young and in love and reach that point and think fuck it, let's get married. I'm not saying that it's wrong, it just doesn't work out for some couples and that's ok. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. We talk about it now and he has no regrets. Neither do I. We both had to be where we were for things to work out. Otherwise they wouldn't have.
Can you tell that I've had some vinos? Haha
We'd had numerous discussions about getting married.
Married in the Daintree with our closest friends and family, booking a whole place out for a weekend.
What about an 'engagement' party surprise wedding in the backyard?
Then it was literally going to be visiting the registry office and spending the night at a hotel, but that wasn't an option in Townsville anymore.
We just liked the idea of eloping... We'd talked and talked and TALKED and nothing came of it. People stopped asking when we were going to get married. They just stopped.
And then a few months ago, shit got real. We'd talked about going to New Zealand, going to Tasmania, going somewhere different, exotic, far away, and then we thought, why? Why not just go somewhere close, but not too close, and do it? We had some money, for once, we could afford it. What part of the world did we love? Where had we spent amazing times? Why not just get this shit done?
So we set a date and we started the wheels in motion.
I looked up how much notice we needed, one month. I googled celebrants. I googled accommodation. I googled my little heart out.
And can I just say here that this is why eloping is hard.
YOU CAN'T TALK TO ANYONE!
If you want to elope properly, which we sort of did, then you can't talk to anyone! I'm a sharer, a talker. Keeping this fucking secret was HARD!
We booked a celebrant, we bought our rings, I bought a dress, we ummed and ahhed over locations.
In May we told our parents because we knew that we'd need someone to watch the kids for the weekend and whilst I thought my Dad would be ok if I told him I'd eloped, I'm not sure my Mum would have. They were so happy to be involved, so excited to keep a secret. Juffin rang his Mum and Step Dad and again, there was nothing but love. We're so lucky.
I booked accommodation, got my dress altered, kept looking for the perfect shoes.
On that home stretch I may have fibbed a little. I told people that we were going away on our own for a weekend, child-free to a wedding on the Tablelands.
I just didn't tell them that it was ours.
I didn't really talk about it at all as thought my face would give it away.
I told my friend we were going away on her birthday and she laughed and said we should elope. I thought I was going to die but managed to laugh it off. I thought for sure that she knew what we were up to but she didn't say another word about it.
Juffin bought his suit, we finally locked in on a location, we wrote out vows, I decided to get my hair and makeup done and frantically looked around for someone to do it.
We were a week out and that's when I thought we might actually get away with this, it might actually happen.
I started telling random strangers. When I managed to find the perfect shoes, I told the lady in the shoe shop that I was eloping on Friday.
When I got my legs waxed on the Tuesday before, I told the random 22 year old that I was getting married on Friday.
On the Wednesday night before we left, my mummy friend asked me where we were going. I'd been vague, which is unlike me, and said we were going away to a wedding. She outright asked me if Juffin and I were eloping, to which I just replied with laughing emojis.
I nearly had a panic attack.
I wanted to surprise everyone, yet wanted someone to share it with and Juffin was being a typical male who was like, yeah, it's great, what's the big deal?!
Then it was Thursday and we were leaving and it was actually happening.
We stayed in Cairns on Thursday night. We met with our celebrant, the amazing Amy @ The Merriment Co Cairns and had a chat about what we were hoping for, if it was any more casual, we'd probably all be asleep, lols. Then we went out, had some Pho and saw Solo - A Star Wars Story.
I couldn't marry a man who'd never eaten Pho before.
And then it was Friday. Our wedding day.
The hair and make up wizard came to our B&B in Cairns and made me look pretty before we left. Danielle from Cairns Bridal Makeup was so beautiful and professional and amazing. You can find her here if you need someone in that area...
We left Cairns an hour after we'd hoped, almost 1.30pm, and we'd been hoping to get to our location by 3pm, at this rate it would be almost 5pm!
Me being me and Juffin being Juffin meant that there were a few hysterics and alot of nonchalant whatever's.
I'll let you guess who was doing what.
And then we got to our treehouse and it was magic.
We got dressed.
We hopped in the car and we drove to the Curtain Fig tree where we met Amy, and we got married.
I cried when Juffin read his vows.
I cried when I read my vows.
I cried so much that snot came out.
I wiped the snot off.
We had dinner in Yungaburra at an amazing restaurant. Drank too much, ate too much, went back to our treehouse and pretended that we were childless for a few days.
And now that's how we eloped.
Married after ten and half long years.
And we both lived happily ever after.