This is interesting to me because I've been married twice:
1st was the big white wedding. We still kept it fairly cheap but we had it all: cars; cake; photographer; a big "Mr and Mrs Surname" sign. I was 22. Thin. Had gorgeous highlights and a bang-on-trend wedding that would have made a fab Pinterest board, if Pinterest existed. (He left me after 2.5 years. No kids thankfully)
2nd husband: we ran off to Gretna Green at the first chance we got when Scotland would let us over the border during the Covid times. And in 3 weeks, we're following up with the belated "family do".
This time it's in our back garden. No cars, no first dance, no cake cutting, no wedding planner, no bar.... just 2 bands, 90 people we actually like, a hog roast and some humanist "vows" on our lawn. My dress isn't even white. Now I'm old, fat, have several kids in tow and my only highlights are the greys running along my centre parting.
What nobody told me the first time is that it's just a day and the big thing is not the where or the when. 10/10 it's the who. It's taken us a few years to get here but I'm married to / marrying the love of my life and I wouldn't do all the faff again for all the burlap on Pinterest.
That said... I suppose everyone fancies the big white wedding once. So make it count and don't marry the wrong one!