What was the best day of your life?

[Beekeepersmum]

I feel like a lot of people say it was their wedding day, or the day their kids were born.

My wedding day was amazing, but all it really was was a bit of a party to formalise our relationship.

The day my eldest child was born wasn’t a great day, I had a horrible labour, EMCS and have been diagnosed with PTSD. The day my youngest was born was much better, but it just kind of felt like an anticlimax.

I think the best day of my life might have been Saturday just gone. Me, my DH and DC had a morning playing in the garden, then went to the local airport to watch planes taking off. It was exactly how I’d always envisioned family life, and I was so content the whole day.

What was your best day ever?

(NC as this has been quite outing!)

The day I became a mother for the first time.

I had been told I might never have my own children, followed by multiple miscarriages.

I remember holding my baby in my arms and feeling like this was exactly what I was put on earth to do. I felt totally complete and at peace. It was the happiest moment of my entire life.

Spending a day with DH, BIL and SIL in the mountains. We went on a 5 and a half hour taxi tour of the sights, the roads covered in snow, snow piled 6ft high at the side of the roads. Don't get that in the uk. Followed by an amazing meal in a local restaurant near where we were staying. Then they decided they wanted pancakes. Decided to order 7 not realising they came 2 per plate so we ended up with 14 massive pancakes covered in cream, chocolate sauce, nuts etc we were already full from our meal. A very tiring but memorable day! Would love to take our kids there to see 'proper' snow as I call it. Not the couple of inches we get here when everything grinds to a standstill.

Can't really imagine a "best day" tbh seems a bit weird.

My wedding day .
My second best day was yesterday.
I have been severely short sighted my whole life … can only see vague outlines and colours without contacts or glasses.
On Tuesday and Wednesday I had an intra-occular lens replacement to correct my severe myopia.
I woke up yesterday and took the patch off my right eye .. I could see .. it’s a miracle. This morning I took the patch off my left eye. I lay in bed in utter utter amazement that I could see.
i had the most fantastic and humble ophthalmologist.

Ohhh tough question!

I am torn between my wedding day which was everything I wanted, or the day I got my first dog as an adult.

Probably the day my babies were born. Yeah labour was gruelling and I was shattered but meeting them for the first time is the only thing that really stands out to me in my 31 years so far.

This is hard to answer. I loved my wedding day but as well as the joy there was stress about it all going well. But it was a lovely day with lots of family that have since died ( was 29 years ago) but I really loved our honeymoon. Two weeks in Italy before mobile phones. Bliss!

I think I have a favourite time more than day ..
Where I live in Ireland we are surrounded by beautiful beaches , nearest 15 mins away …
When my lads were small , you know the way you get a week here & there of roasting weather .. Well I’d wake at 6 am & you’d know it was going to be a roaster , I’d be all excited for the beach , up getting towels ready , down to shops for picnic stuff , lads swim suits ready , buckets & spades , packing the car , Get them up then & they’d be full of the joys ☺️..
Always great days , home then , showers , I’d wash all the beach clothes/ towels , lads in sitting room with a movie on , me in the kitchen cooking chips & nuggets/ burgers ..
Everyone just happy out & looking forward to doing the very same thing the next day ..☺️

Oh that’s brilliant! Congratulations!

Not a day but a weekend I spent with my best friend in the South of France - we just had such a good time I didn’t want it to end !

These are all so special 🥰

Bit weird to comment then?

I’m very happily married and have 2 lovely children but I’d say the best days of my life have been , in no particular order getting my first horse , getting my dog and my younger child passing their driving test .

Immediate aftermath of bith of DC1, day of birth of DC2 (opposites) and wedding day.

Definitely some summer days in there from late teens and 20s too.

Love this thread x

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Mine was quite recent. Watched DH fight cancer (stage four) for two years before getting the all clear.
We booked a cruise to the fjords. Woke up really early on the first day of sailing into the first fjord. It must have been about 3.30am and the sun was out. DH was stood at the balcony window watching the beautiful scenery go by. At that moment I knew this was the best day of my life. I cried with happiness that he was still here, and cried at how beautiful Norway is. I knew it was going to be the best day of my life and it was. The sun shone, we had a fantastic time walking round the little town, buying little gifts. Then back on to the ship for a late lunch in the sunshine. We both knew how how wonderful it was for him to still be here (thanks NHS).

The best day, the best time, ever.

Snorkeling in a marine reserve with all the wonderful fish and coral. It was so beautiful.
I said at the time that it was the best day of my life.

Core memories might not necessarily represent ‘best day of life’. So births/wedding day/life-changing moments might not be classified as best days and we shouldn’t feel guilty for admitting that.
I would say that the best thing to happen to me was becoming a mother, because even though it’s hard sometimes it has given me a generally more happy satisfaction with life in general. I don’t know if the actual day of the birth though, was wholly the ‘best’ of my life because there were some boring aspects early on in the day too.

Interesting thread.

I think a day is too short, what matters is how good longer periods are, months not days

My top is still wedding day. Getting to marry DH in a church full of all our people was magical. 50 people drove 4 hours from DH’s hometown to be there for him/us so we could get married in my hometown as it was the only way my grandparents would be there which was SO important to me. The feeling in church was indescribable- I simultaneously felt like it was just me and DH whilst also feeling the love from our friends and family. We were also one of the first unrestricted events post Covid so everyone absolutely let loose at the party afterwards. It was pure magic.

The other was running my first marathon several years before. Life was taking a particularly shitty turn, my Mum was undergoing chemo for BC, I had just been diagnosed as autistic and some other associated shit. I got a place in the marathon and went from non runner to London marathon in 6 months. I genuinely had no idea when I lined up in the morning if I’d actually make it to the end. The crowd were unbelievable as were the other runners - one of the most emotional experiences of my life. I watched the Grenfell firefighters stride off ahead of me, arm in arm- if they can do it, so can I! The crowd cheers you the whole way- there’s nothing like a complete stranger yelling your name and telling you you can do it. It was so so so hard and I could not believe how much it hurt but I found a new grit and determination in myself that day. I ran for the National Autistic Society and it was my first public declaration of my diagnosis. My Mum made it up to cheer me on at mile 18 and I have a lovely photo of us hugging (she’s now fine). I learnt that I can dig deep and do hard things that day- people say it changed their life but I say it changed me- it gave me an inner confidence and belief that has stayed with me ever since. I will remember it forever (have since run 4 more!) but when people question my marathon running, I still beam and tell them it’s the best thing I’ve ever done!

Blurting out to Lover (Now Dh ) that I loved him, wishing I hadn’t exposed myself… and his instant reply that he loved me. 43 years now.

standing in the winner’s enclosure at the Festival with the horse we always believed in, just pure exhilaration and delight

But on many occasions, in many, many churches and other sacred places, feeling the love of God pouring down

the third is the most important, really.

Weirdly probably spending the day with my kids at the airport "fun attraction" was among my worst ever days but was one of friends best days. I absolutely hated it as hate loud noises and airports so no surprise 😁

Best days. Arghhh hard. Top 5 magical moments

1. My lovely DSS meeting DC1 and loving him instantly (he was 10) it was very special.
2. Realising my sister loved me, when I was 19 and she travelled halfway across the world (literally) to rescue me from a horrible situation. She was only 22.
3. Having a spliff after several years of abstinence at a festival. I was on own for possibly the first time in about 5 years( due to having lots of kids). The sun came out, a band played and we all went wild.
4. Looking down at DC3 aged about 1 hour old and knowing she would be my last but that our family was a messy sort of perfect.
5. About 6 months ago I realised that I am very very lucky. I've learnt through necessity that not everyone is great. And now I have managed to surround myself with amazing friends and family and no longer notice the ones who weren't quite so amazing. The realisation hit me like a rainbow through my soul. (And I promise I didn't have another hit on a spliff 😁)

Where were you exactly ? Sounds glorious !

For me it isn’t specific days as such, more times. So the days I spent with family and lovely friends have been the best. Plus when I spend quiet times with my cats.

when the plane was landing in the ME (my first time back home since 1990 and first time taking the kids, as we live in UK).

when I had laser eye surgery (I had severe myopia from about age 10) to correct my sight. Being able to see clearly and without specs/contact lenses is just incredible. I smile every day I wake up and open my eyes to see clearly

The day I walked into the solicitor and signed the paperwork for my new surname 😀 I was 20 yrs old. I got rid of the horrible surname that everyone took the pee out of, that i hated writing down, hated telling people so I'd spell it out instead. It increased my confidence by loads!

The original was my father's surname. He'd died 3 months before. Even my own daughter has never seen my birth certificate 🤐