Just call me Mrs. Swart…

With so many things happening and so little time and few words.  I often find myself thinking of posts to write and very seldom / ever manage to actually update the blog.  In my very lazy style I will say all I want to say by keeping it simple:

On the 16th of June 2011 we said our wedding vows, with only our boys, parents, siblings and best friends to witness, we committed the rest of our lives to each other.

Notice my Russian Wedding band :)  and my husband’s wedding ring that we nearly didn’t have on time for the actual day!

It feels so odd.  Months and months of hopping from one colour and theme to the next and in the end the colour is decided by one little boy who fell in love with the a black shirt with a striped purple tie.  Perfect.  The idea was to get married in a simple every day grey dress, that was until a certain best friend (who I love with all my heart) decided to draw the line.  I may have felt like a fruit-tart for a moment.  But my husband enjoyed the surprise and the slightly more formal dress does make the photos pleasant to look at.

(Above mentioned friend on the right).  Heavily pregnant with a little feisty girl who had us on our toes a couple of days before the wedding, but luckily waited until 8 days after we said our wedding vows to make the grand appearance.

The day was beyond anything I could have ever imagined!  We spend a lovely afternoon with our closest’s friends and family followed by a lovely evening in the company of each other.

Best part of all is that I now get to call myself Mrs. Swart and I get to spend the rest of my life with my Prince Charming!

Wedding bands, the story…

We have recently started looking at wedding bands.  Let’s just say, the day is coming closer and wedding bands are becoming a priority and a topic of conversation.   My first thoughts were – simple single banded wedding band.  Something that symbolises the simplicity and pureness of love.  Tonight after playing around on the web, the Russian Wedding Band caught my eye.  Apart from the fact that it is an absolutely beautiful ring, my childhood is flogged with memories and a love for the person that always wore hers.  My grandmother had Russian Wedding band and as much as I would love to be able to ask her the about the story behind the ring and whether it was from the grandfather I never knew, that will have to wait until one day when I can ask her, one day in heaven.

The Russian ring is 3 interlocking rings, traditionally in 3 different colours.  The 3 bands is a Christian symbol, representing the Holy Trinity.  Other meanings around the web include:  Faith, Hope and Love.  And Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.  All of these represent the things I would love my marriage to represent however the following story, found here, blew me away, so much so that I have to share it here.  The story goes as follow:

My father used to manage small hotels in the Free State when I was a little boy.
It was not common for people to stay there for any length of time, people just passed through going from one place to another: overnighting for at most a night or two.
Mostly they were travelling salesman, or people migrating from the big city to the coast, or vice versa.

I remember one couple very clearly, though. They were foreigners, and spoke in a rather strange tongue. And although she was a remarkably beautiful woman (I could see that, even though I was a very young boy) it was the strange ring that she had on her wedding finger that struck me the most.
It was actually 3 interlocking rings, a sort of a puzzle ring, and each ring a different colour of gold.
I asked my mother what it was. She told me it was a Russian wedding ring. “Oh”, I said. “What’s that?”
Well, in those far-off days, mothers never had the Internet to go to, and trekking off to the library to look things up in the Encyclopaedia was not going to answer the question for a persistent little boy!

So she did the next best thing, which was to tell me a story.

My mother’s story

She told me that marriage was about two people who loved each other.
She told me that the ring was a symbol of this love, as all wedding rings are.
But, she told me, this ring brought together the three most important things of a loving relationship.

The white gold ring, she told me, is softer than the other golds. Being softer, it will take the shape of the finger. “Love is like that”, she said. “In the journey through life, two people in love have to change their shape. They have to give some things up, and take other things on. To become a family each one has to move towards the other”. So that’s what the white gold represents: bending towards each other.

Yellow gold, on the other hand, is very hard. You can bump it and knock it, and afterwards, all you had to do is to give it a hard rub, and there it would be: all bright and shining again. “Life is like that” she said. “It’s not easy. Sometimes things are really difficult. Then you have to support each other. Sometimes love has to be hard”. So this is what the Yellow Gold represents: the strength to get through life, and then come out on the other side all bright and shiny and new.

Then she was silent for a time. So I asked her “what about the red gold mommy?”

It took her a moment before she answered.
“Have you ever seen red gold before?” she asked softly.
“No”, I replied.
“Well,” she said, “Red Gold is rare”. “And love”, she said “is just as rare. When you find it, when you finally have it, you must look after it. You have to protect it. If you lose it it might never come back to you again”. And that is what the Red Gold represents: that Love must be cherished, because life is short and every moment spent without love is a moment lost forever.

Maybe it is the little boys in life that has me relating to this story.  Maybe it’s the awesome meaning behind the different metals and the creative inspiration of a mother.  Maybe it is all of the above and the thought of the people I aspire to be like, women like my grandmother.  All I can really stay is that I have fallen in love with the Russian Wedding Ring and all it represents and that is what my heart wants!

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Wedding Invitation Inspiration

In last week, I came across Christine Meintjes’ wedding invite.  I fell in love with the idea the moment I saw it and proceeded to email the link to Best friend and husband to be.

(Do yourself a favour and go and read their invite!  Utter brilliance)

Christine found their inspiration from Jill and Matt.

What I really didn’t know was that this kind of “story invite” was fast becoming very popular and not only with me!  There is loads of inspiration for similar wedding stories, these are some  of other love stories I have found:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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On Saturday afternoon, sundowner in hand, my best friend wrote us, our very own Story Invite.

More on this soon.   :)

Never in my history of car services as a female alone have I…

Yesterday my car went in for a well-deserved service.  Kobus was the sweetheart that facilitated the whole thing.  We were quoted R 1500-1800.00 for the service in question however in all honesty I was expecting much worst.  It turns out taking a man along goes a long way!!

First off I need to mention that I believe we all take our chances in business, I believe we all take “advantage” of a person’s inexperience in certain situations were we have the upper-hand.  I also believe we are all a bit prejudice.  What I certainly did not expect, was getting far better service because I decided to tag a man (a very handsome man, who happens to be my fiancé) along when coming for the service.

These are a couple of things I happened to notice when tagging my very handsome man and fiancé along to my service :

  • I received the dirty and used air filter in a box as a gift, along with the used spark plugs.  Never in my history of car services as a female alone have I ever received these before.
  • Never in my history of services as a female alone have I ever paid less than the actual quoted amount.  It was only a couple of rands less than R 1500.00, but I am not complaining.
  • In the past I was told my brake-pads are finished and it needs replacing.  Implying right now, it cannot wait a moment later.  This time I was advised that it would need replacing in about a 1000km.
  • I received a quote for a couple of things that needs to be done around the car, new brake light globes etc.  On a formal quotation, with the labour quoted separately – fully knowing that the man in my life would much rather just do that himself, instead of paying someone R 164.74 to do it for me.
  • I get called Mrs. Swart when my fiancé books the car service for me and I quite like it!!

So what have you learnt when tagging a man a long to certain traditionally more manly related events or functions.

p.S  It is exhausting to be so politically correct!   I.E.  traditionally more manly related events or functions.

Happy happy weekend!!

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.

So…

I am engaged.

I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.   I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  

Kobus asked me if I will marry him. 

I said YES

This means I am engaged:

I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.   I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  

I have the most beautiful ring on my finger because I am engaged.

I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.   I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  

I have met the man of my dreams and so I am engaged

I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.   I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  

I’ve commit every day for the rest of my life because I am engaged

I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.   I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  

Logan is thrilled that we are engaged

Kobus is thrilled that we are engaged

I am thrilled that we are engaged

All I have left to say is: 

I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.   I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged.  I am engaged. 

And all of that just because I am engaged!