My wedding was at 2pm. I got up (to an empty house) at 11, cooked myself a stunning full breakfast. At 12:30, I was in the local Barbers getting a “proper” shave and haircut.
At 1:30 I watched an England Rugby game for 15 mins while getting dressed in my best tucker, then shot off with best man to the pub opposite the Church. Two bacardi’s later and at 14:10, I was all ready in the front row.
Then, I spent the next 12 hours celebrating the best decision of my life while remaining sober enough to talk sensibly.
It goes so bloody fast though, you need to relax, enjoy it and remember (in a slightly selfish way which you should on no account apologise for) its all about you and your wife, just for 24hrs, the two of you and no one else.
Its your celebration. Enjoy (and congratulations).