Not the best day of our lives
like the well-worn cliché says
the day we got married,
eighteen years ago today,
like the day spent airline-travelling
for that holiday in the sun,
it was a day we had to get through
to start what we’d become,
a sweltering summer day in July
ideal for Britain’s beaches,
we were dressed in morning suits
and practising our speeches.
Not the best day of our lives
all that tradition, something blue and borrowed,
for us the truly magical days,
were those that directly followed.
The best day of our lives?
Who are you trying to kid?
Not the best day of our lives
but the best thing we ever did.