Let me try to catch up on the time that has flown by too quickly since the big day. Everyday is spent in a rush and by the time we even have time to recount the daily grind, it's time for bed. We're not even talking about a chapter with out mini mes yet - since when did time fly so fast?
Immensely grateful for family support during this transition period - big love!
My sister crept up to my room in my
last night as a miss, stifled her tears to hand me the lovely little box and we both burst into tears. I suppose it's getting ourselves adjusted to changes...I'm no longer just her sister anymore, I'm someone else's wife.
I hope she knows nothing changes, kinship lasts forever. Every birthday and frivolous occasion won't be spent any different. ❤️
On our mini honeymoon, be back with updates! So thankful the wedding is over, no more table arrangements, fussing about decor...and most importantly, we're taking it easy and chillaxing now. :)
On hindsight im counting my lucky stars not plunging straight into a 2 week honeymoon immediately after the wedding, fatigue has got to be one of the most frustrating things ever - rendering me a walking zombie for a few days, and i thought jetlag was bad enough.
Lots of sun (boo), shopping and food awaits!
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I've got this last entry as a miss in my draft box for a couple of weeks now..maybe to anticipate the last day scrambling all over the place making sure everything I planned for stays on plan and nothing goes wrong, tying up loose ends, running through every single thing that will happen on the big day while trying to enjoy the last 24 hours as a miss.
The Mom and I have an age gap of a couple of decades and I have on more than one account chided her for having me so late - and she'd smile wryly and reply "Until it's your turn." Not that these years have made a huge difference in our relationship - many a time I think she has alot more youth than I do. To many who know us, we behave like best friends, not mother and daughter.
I don't know about all you readers out there but the road called "love" was never easy, my Mom would always say - wait on THE one. What is THE one anyway? At the end of this chapter, I dare say...it's as specific as finding the dress, shoe, MUA and even photographer for the all important day. When you find the one who makes you be a better person for both of you, look forward to every meet up with much happiness and part with such sorrow, it makes it seem the world is going to end. When they say time together is never enough when you've found the one, it is nothing but the truth. I finally had enough comfort with the fiance to fart and burp - that's how you even judge if you can grow old and be all unglamorous with the other. I kid you not when I used to scoff at all these - relationships used to be just a status change - with a companion in tow.
The fiance and I met under unique circumstances and till today we scratch our heads and wonder "how can". God's blessings, they are and truly we are blessed.
As cheesy as this sounds and to my husband to be,
I will promise to love, cherish and romance you for the rest of my
life. The journey that I have been taking as a solo traveller ends and
it will be us both moving on - in good times and bad, health and
sickness, good fashion sense days and bad...there may come a time that
there will be more than one between us, time alone could be a rarity,
communication could be about everyone else but us, look at a birkin and
say that's equivalent to a year's of tuition fees for our mini me, I may
trade my stiletto heels for slippers, regular restaurant pig outs for
home cooked meals or even overlook an anniversary, but for as long as I
live, I will remember you are God's greatest gift and blessing to me.
I will be your...
Biggest fencing fan
Biggest fencing fan
Alarm clock to make sure we both get to work on time
Domestic goddess in progress (he knows how much the kitchen and I are not bffs)
Mini me factory (and grow the family!)
BFF (in naughty and rolling good times)
....and the list goes on and on and on.What would I do differently tomorrow?
Apart from remembering to wear the wedding band every morning comes a whole slew of daily mojo - who gets to use the bathroom first, who turns off the lights or who will be the one to replace the toilet roll in the holder. A mountain high of mundane activities. The fanfare of the wedding will die down the moment the doors close on us after the last guest leaves, I would probably be the world's weepiest bride (the video and photos will be a testament) but when life returns to normalcy, that's when the real deal starts.
I don't remember when was the last time my dad spoke gently to my mom or she did not bark at him for turning a deaf ear to her nagging but one thing remains - the love they once had and probably still share but in a different form.
No other woman would choose to cook daily, go through bodily changes to have kids, ruin her hands doing laundry for the family, stay up when the kids are sick, without love. Nobody makes my mother as happy as my father does (though both vehemently try to deny) and both probably knew it the day they said I do, too.
:)
xx
The almost final step at ROM to collect our certs - i nearly died when we realised the night before we remembered the wrong timing to collect!
All in takes less than 15 minutes to get a number and collect our cert.
After what i call a hulabaloo and a round of oath taking, we are this close to getting signed, sealed and delivered!
Here's my set of bridal nails, none or the roses or white bases...cliché doesnt usually work for me. Glittery with a touch of femininity - i am a closet pink fan, ribbons too and those crystals - the hair washing troubles started with them! Clara did an amazing job and i wish she were based here!
With just 3 more days I better be mindful what i eat before the final fitting in a couple of days!
And then I muse, why on earth did we decide on a date so close to cny! I love my kueh lapis, arrowhead chips, bak kwa so much!!
Eat wisely everyone!
Look who else is almost ready for the big day! We were trying out ribbons for the fur prince (as part of the bridesmaid entourage when he clearly pledges allegiance to the fiancé) and he looks oblivious to the fuss - in true corgi style and let's keep our fingers and toes crossed he will not misbehave!
