You know, every single time I hear about a couple that has chosen to walk away from their marriage, my heart breaks a little.
I’m old school like that.
I am also a hopeless romantic who believes in the sanctity of marriage.
Earlier today, I received some grim news. Dear friends of mine announced their decision to pull the plug on their union. I listened without uttering one word then hung up and I cried like I lost my best friend.
I mean, these two were meant to live happily ever after. These two were that couple that I could see growing old together, sitting on rocking chairs and waxing lyrical about the days gone by…
So many questions…
So many tears…
So many fond memories…
I remember like it was just yesterday that I witnessed these two saying “I do”.
My heart leapt with delight as I watched this couple declare their love and commitment.
They were the picture of thoughtfulness and treated each other with tender love and respect; we often joked that the Heavens opened and smiled each time these two appeared. This was a union made in the stars. Or, so we thought.
I mean, if ever one wanted to witness a beautiful display of commitment and love, that wedding day was punctuated with the most memorable moments ever. From the bride making a grand entrance in her Cinderella style dress, to the exchange of vows, the first dance and then of course the joint task of cutting the wedding cake.
So many questions…
So many tears…
So many fond memories…
But, like they often say, life happens…
Thank you for taking the time to read. And, if you are married or planning to be, may your vows stand the test of time and hold on to Matthew 19:6.
I hope everyone had a Christmas Day filled with loads of love and laughter; surrounded by family and friends. Not to mention a spread fit for a king and a second serving of dessert.
I had every intention of uploading a post yesterday. But, in typical Kast family tradition, we ate until we felt like a stuffed turkey. Then, after a trip down memory lane and a few giggles, everyone found a spot to nap. I don’t know about you but nothing tops a post Christmas lunch nap…
I thought I’d tell you about the driving force in my life – mommy Kast. My mother is the best. She is as solid as a rock and epitomizes fortitude. I am the woman I am today because of her.
While we all know that the kitchen is off-limits because she loves to cook up a storm, this year I watched her more attentively. For the sole reason that I’ve come to the realization that my mother now falls into the category of a pensioner.
No, she’s not frail or losing her faculties. (Says a silent prayer). But, you can definitely notice that the speed with which she once moved is now slower. Oh, and the nagging 🙂
I’m completely humbled by my mother’s love and selfless attitude. Before we sat down for lunch I watched how she packed packs for those less fortunate. Everything that would be on our plate was in that lunch box. I offered to assist and the response that followed was: “I’ve got this Gaynor, I know what I’m doing. I’ve been doing this for years.”
If you’ve stumbled upon this blog and are blessed to have a mother or motherly figure in your life, don’t waste another moment reminding them of how much you love and appreciate them. All the gifts in the world mean nothing – it’s your time and attentive ear that your mother yearns for. Be in the moment, for one day it will be just a memory.
As you continue to soak up the festive vibe, I’m sure you can identify with the lyrics to this song, enjoy:
Boyz 2 Men – A Song For Mama http://youtu.be/NFRW4_46dJg
Thank you for taking the time to read.
Stay favoured and fabulous x
A nation remembers…
It’s such a sad, sad, time for my beloved country, South Africa. This week and more especially on December 5, we will relive and remember how a collective cry of despair took hold of our nation one year ago.
It is the day the father of our nation, Nelson Mandela (or Madiba as he was affectionately known), passed on.
We knew this day would come but I think we silently hoped that he would live forever.
Madiba paid his dues, he fought the good fight, he made many sacrifices.
That day will forever be remembered as one of the most emotional dates in our history…
Nothing could have prepared us for the incredible sadness that swept across our nation and the world.
Nothing could help ease the heartache that felt like a ten ton truck had crashed.
Words seemed empty. People wept openly and shared anecdotes. This was after all a man who led his people free. A man who never once complained about spending 27 years in a prison cell. This was a man who stood firmly and fought gallantly for basic human rights.
Obituaries read like they were churned out from the same machine.
Each writer (including this one) all speaking about the hero and role model whose immeasurable love,
honesty, integrity, humility, compassion, foresight and wisdom touched the lives of people across the world.
Madiba’s presence was something you have had to experience first-hand. I never really understood what people meant until I attended a press conference on Robben Island where
he delivered a speech. Awwww… the memory.
The sharp pain that darted through my heart before I started writing this has been replaced with a smile and a sense of peace.
The truth is we can smile fondly as we remember and give thanks for the gift of Madiba’s life.
Truly an incredible man.
Madiba epitomised every infinite possibility this country has to offer and more.
My earnest prayer is that every single South African will take stock at this time.
That everyone will make a concerted effort to carry out his legacy of reconciliation, unity, forgiveness and Ubuntu.
Rest in peace Tata!