how I became a Fiancée:

Edit to add:  I wrote this post on Monday morning after he asked me to marry him on Saturday the 17th of July 2010.

Kobus had organised everything: My friend had fetched Logan; Kobus had left for work for a bit and I was in the bath, pampering and descrubbing.  The limited information I had, involved packing an overnight bag and preparing myself for an amazing night.  The rest was to be a surprise!

Early the afternoon we arrived at a little lodge close to Hartebeespoortdam.  We were checked into the honeymoon suite and I was overwhelmed with the sudden appearance of a picnic basket, a bottle of champagne and a big bunch of long-stem red roses.  After a hic-up or two regarding the picnic spot we were next  to the dam, Kobus and I with a lot of water as the backdrop.  My heart was skipping a beat because I knew what was coming and as many times as I had painting the picture for myself, the reality of it was more special than I could every had imagined: 

Yes, it involved Kobus on one knee asking me if I will marry him.  This was followed by a many, many sweet words, a part of me didn’t hear.  All because I wanted and needed to reply to his initial question.  We enjoyed a lovely picnic, took lots of photos of us and soaked ourselves in the moment. 

Even though nothing has changed, everything has changed.  I am still the same person, I still love the same person and I honestly though it is just a ring.  (An amazing ring but just a ring)  Yet it isn’t just a ring, it is a ring that symbolises our love.  I am becoming all mushy and need to stop now. 

My status has changed.  I am a new person.  I’m not just Alet or Alet, Logan’s mom.  I am redefined as Alet, soon to be wife of Kobus Swart.


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