Why I eloped – and why you should too

Plus my one and only regret, by Sarah

Let me preface this by saying I love Irish weddings. I love getting dressed up. I love palming my kids off on their grandparents for the day. I love a trio of desserts, dancing until my feet bleed and then taking advantage of the complimentary flip-flops in the ladies bathroom (a fab touch, as Aisling would say). I love weddings. Having my own one though? Not for me.

I was four months pregnant when I got married. The decision to have a baby had taken months of discussion, many lists of pros and cons and one frustrating trip to the world’s worst fortune teller. My boyfriend and I had been together five or six years at this point. We had an understanding that we were each other’s The One. The conversation about having kids had come up early in the relationship and we were both on the same page in that we wanted a small, manageable clatter. The thing we had no interest in though, was getting married. Or, more specifically, having a wedding.