Yes, I do…!

“Mum, you should start a blog.” That was my sons’ advice, and honestly I had no idea where to begin. But here it is anyway. The story of how I eventually became a wedding registrar.

It did not start with a plan. It started with an invitation to speak at the wedding of good friends. I wrote that speech with more attention and more joy than I had ever given anything, and when I delivered it — the couple in front of me, the tears, the laughter — I knew instantly. This is it.

Twenty-five years married to Ron, mother of Matthijs, Jesse and Nino, and a Texel islander through and through: I have had a soft spot for big moments and the stories behind them all my life. Becoming a registrar did not feel like a new career, but like bringing together everything I was already doing.

Since then I have been lucky enough to guide dozens of couples, on the beach, in the dunes, in a sheep barn out in the polder. Every ceremony is different, because every couple is different. And that is exactly why I still love this work as much as I did on the first day.