My darling Kobus, tomorrow will be two years that we said “I do” under the arch in the garden of De Oude Werf in Riebeeck West. We decorated the arch with flowers from the garden of the guest-house, remember? Firstly you got some scratches from cutting the bougainvilla plants, and then, to top it, we all got too much sun from frolicking in the pool right up until about an hour before you needed to get to the venue, leaving me and the girls behind to do the girlie things of dolling up, adding the little touches like a silver diamante encrusted Alice band to my hair, and of course remembering to also don the garter!.
This time two years ago, Belinda had cooked the most heavenly meal, in abundance, for us and all our children. The cherry on top was of course our wedding cake, a gift from her, and presented to us the night before our special day. (Not that the rest of the weekend was not incredibly special anyway). Wow, it was beautiful – rich, moist chocolate cake covered in white chocolate ganache, and dotted with the most beautiful colourful icing daisies, dusted with gold dust – it also tasted heavenly.
Our ceremony was an intimate, loving affair with only our closest friends and family – all wearing whatever they found comfortable in the sweltering heat of the day. The message by Pastor Duvenhage, the beauty of your loving face as you said your piece to me, the headiness of the colourful garden and the smiles on our friends faces made me realise that I had really found that illusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow after all. We cried when Belinda sang Etta James’s “At Last”, we laughed, we were proud of our two youngest sons, who spoke so well and toasted us – Allister and Kobus jnr, and Sakkie shared the excitement and anticipation in the car as he drove the girls and I to the venue. You and I lay in bed and spoke the night away afterwards, and only fell into each other’s loving arms when the roosters started to announce the new day, sleeping like the dead for a few hours.
It has been two years – and you still spoil me with flowers – lots of them picked in the fields next to our many road trips. You still send tingles down my spine with just a look, a loving rub of my feet, the sight of your sexy bod, your kisses and your amazing nature. And I will love you for eternity and beyond.
Thank you Father for sending me my piece of gold, and bless those who still need to find theirs.
I love you Kobus.