Hey guys, so just a little something about me and this blog. My name is Sharon Ferdinands-Hoffland (my husband is going to be super happy when he sees this, this is the first time I'm using his surname too!). Recently got married to the love of my life Daniel. I am a Communication Officer by profession. I felt that there was a need for me to write my newly-married experiences down and hence this blog!
Me and Daniel got married on 29 December 2015. Sitting having my tea and waiting for my pizza, I'm reminiscing the events of the past month. At this time last month, it was crazy! Super crazy. I had aunts, uncles, cousins, friends...there were a LOT OF PEOPLE. We had saved the 28th December as a day to relax and just get some rest coz we knew the next day was going to be huge!
2 girls had come over from a parlour to apply henna on everyone's hands (whoever wanted!). The photographer was there too who was utterly disappointed to hear that the bride wasn't going to be applying any mehendi, so were all my aunts and cousin sisters. While everyone else was having their henna time, me and 2 of my closest friends (Stuti and Ahinsa) were helping me pack my bags. My Mum was doing something or the other, all the time! 50 people in the house, yet she found out things that were left undone or needed attention! Always always busy. She's a wonderful lady and so hard working. Maybe its a 'Mum' thing?
I was getting things ready, tracking what suitcase had what, which had to be taken to the venue, which had my gown etc. It was exciting... so many people, laughing, talking, the numerous cups of tea. I miss that time. I miss the fun and the excitement. One common question everyone kept asking me was, "Are you nervous?", and at that time, I wondered why would I be? I had known Dan for more than 3 years now.
Next day I knew what they meant. I got up and suddenly this feeling dawned upon me that I was getting married. I was nervous. I remember how the entire day I was so emotional and over-whelmed. I remember I had 5 pooris (deep fried bread). I remember getting all choked up every time I saw my Dad and Rio (my 6 year old Pug baby). This is when I would be going just 2 hours away from my home and would be visiting my parents almost every weekend.
The rest of the day was amazing. Just flew by. Everything went well at the church and then at the reception venue. We were married! Only regret is, I didn't eat anything! That's a big thing in my world. Everyone kept telling me about how amazing the food was, and here I was smiling and posing and greeting...and starving. There should be time-outs for the couple on the wedding day. Seriously.
I miss that day. I miss being the bride.
I miss all the hustle-bustle.
I miss going through my wedding folder, which had several other sub-folders (everything from the venue decoration and the lighting, to my hair and my dress).
Is this is some kind of a post-wedding depression? Is this even a term?
Oh, just googled it, yes it is. Post-wedding blues! Here's a quick link on how to beat it.
But, I miss the 29th December. I really do.
My pizza is here, we complained about their service last time and as a result they've given me awesome looking stuff this time (correct order yay!!). Am going to wait for my husband to get back though and then have the pizza. Until then I'll be seeing my wedding pictures on the big screen.
Umm, no, am going to have the pizza, it is a sin to let it get cold.
Bye for now my lovelies.
Me and Daniel got married on 29 December 2015. Sitting having my tea and waiting for my pizza, I'm reminiscing the events of the past month. At this time last month, it was crazy! Super crazy. I had aunts, uncles, cousins, friends...there were a LOT OF PEOPLE. We had saved the 28th December as a day to relax and just get some rest coz we knew the next day was going to be huge!
2 girls had come over from a parlour to apply henna on everyone's hands (whoever wanted!). The photographer was there too who was utterly disappointed to hear that the bride wasn't going to be applying any mehendi, so were all my aunts and cousin sisters. While everyone else was having their henna time, me and 2 of my closest friends (Stuti and Ahinsa) were helping me pack my bags. My Mum was doing something or the other, all the time! 50 people in the house, yet she found out things that were left undone or needed attention! Always always busy. She's a wonderful lady and so hard working. Maybe its a 'Mum' thing?
Next day I knew what they meant. I got up and suddenly this feeling dawned upon me that I was getting married. I was nervous. I remember how the entire day I was so emotional and over-whelmed. I remember I had 5 pooris (deep fried bread). I remember getting all choked up every time I saw my Dad and Rio (my 6 year old Pug baby). This is when I would be going just 2 hours away from my home and would be visiting my parents almost every weekend.
The rest of the day was amazing. Just flew by. Everything went well at the church and then at the reception venue. We were married! Only regret is, I didn't eat anything! That's a big thing in my world. Everyone kept telling me about how amazing the food was, and here I was smiling and posing and greeting...and starving. There should be time-outs for the couple on the wedding day. Seriously.
I miss that day. I miss being the bride.
I miss all the hustle-bustle.
I miss going through my wedding folder, which had several other sub-folders (everything from the venue decoration and the lighting, to my hair and my dress).
Is this is some kind of a post-wedding depression? Is this even a term?
Oh, just googled it, yes it is. Post-wedding blues! Here's a quick link on how to beat it.
It's been almost a month that we've been married and it has been an amazing month so far. I've learnt many new things, realised and experienced many new things. (I will be talking about them in my next blog) I have developed this refreshed love for Danny, have started appreciating my parents more (all that they did to make that day a success and a memorable one was amazing, I have no clue how they did it.), have started enjoying the little things in life. Married life, be it with someone whom you just met or someone whom you've known for long, is awesome, is beautiful. It's a new beginning! It's all new. And I love it - the fancy parts and the ugly parts (yes there are ugly parts too!).
But, I miss the 29th December. I really do.
My pizza is here, we complained about their service last time and as a result they've given me awesome looking stuff this time (correct order yay!!). Am going to wait for my husband to get back though and then have the pizza. Until then I'll be seeing my wedding pictures on the big screen.
Umm, no, am going to have the pizza, it is a sin to let it get cold.
Bye for now my lovelies.
