How I Met Your Mother & Then Some #truestory

So today’s post / letter is for my son. It’s a little bit of the history and back story about the woman in my life, his mum. The purpose of this post is two-fold. Firstly, I want to tell him how we became to be best friends, got hitched and planned to live the rest of our lives together and secondly, to show how much I still love her even after an eternity of life experiences together.  Hopefully I’ll be around to share this by word of mouth with my boy at a later stage when he is old enough to understand. But for now, I’ll capture it all in this digital space that is my blog.

I’ll never forget the day I first saw your mother at the Bergvliet bowls and cricket club way back in 1999 which was 15 years ago. I was hanging around the snooker table watching TV and entertaining myself as my dad went to the bar to have a couple of drinks with the mates after he had finished his cricket game. This was a regular occurrence for me but on that day, something was different. Possibly because there was a female present and a pretty one at playing snooker. I estimated that she was probably a good 2-3 years older than me at that stage and she looked pretty experienced at challenging the world. I figured that there was no possible way your mother would be interested in a young immature troll like me especially since she was hanging out with a guy close to her own age at the time. Not to mention the insecurities I had and lack of maturity which didn’t help the situation either. And so I left it at that…

Now I’m not one to believe in destiny, but I guess I was proven wrong in this instance. Because lo and behold as if it was fated, 5 years later in 2000 I met your mother again in a pub where I was playing snooker. Except this time, I had come of age, was filled with more testosterone driven confidence and was probably about 20cm taller than when we first met which helped the situation a lot more than it did back in 1995. I discovered your mother was only a month older than me and we just clicked from that point on. As things normally go, we enjoyed a bit of light flirting over the next couple of weeks and began courting each other as all humans naturally do when they have feelings for each other. We dated for the next 4 years, got steady jobs and moved in to a flat together in the Southern Suburbs. That being said, not every day was sunshine and rainbows. There were disagreements but we made the best of it and survived together through the early stages of our relationship in one piece.

Shortly thereafter, we decided to make our relationship official and so with brisk shot of liquid courage (tequila) your mother walked down the aisle in her royal dress so that I could take her hand in marriage on the 14th of December 2005. I assume you are wondering why I said “royal dress”? Well you see, we decided to do something different and outside the norm by having a medieval wedding. The groom was the king, the bride was the queen and a court Jester was appointed as master of ceremonies. Our families sat together celebrating the union with a meal of turkey drumsticks, barrels of wine and monkey nuts. Peasants (being the family) that rebelled against the kingdom of Groenewalds were punished with shots of brandy and throne in a makeshift dungeon as punishment until they swore an oath of loyalty to the kingdom. This was how we celebrated our union as we said our vows to each other and we loved it.

It wasn’t long after our union that we entered the property market and considered starting a family. We moved in to our first owned property in Table View in early 2006 and began our exciting lives in this new castle dubbed River Hamelot. As such, we hoped to grow our kingdom by bribing a certain stork to deliver a prince over the course of the next 3 years. Now son, I’m assuming that we would have had the “birds and bees” talk by the time you were able to read this. So let’s assume you have and I don’t have to be any more descriptive about procreation than I want to be at this stage. Needless to say, on the 28th of April 2009, our baby boy was born and suddenly our little flat was far too small for our growing family. It was time to make the big move, in to a place we could call our home. Which amazingly enough, was found 1 year later and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

We set down roots in the Northern Suburbs on the 1st of May 2010 in our own house and began raising our son. Which in truth was beginning to get interesting because you were now developing a personality and able to react to stimulation that involved something else other than chewing your own feet with your toothless gums. Within the first year, our family was adopted by a pitch black stray cat whom we called Ninja. She stayed with us faithfully for next 3 years until a tragic car accident took her away. It hurt everyone terribly but it had deeply affected your mum because she had secretly become besties with Ninja. Even though your mum use to call her uncouth and annoying like 99% of the time. Which really meant she loved the cat dearly. We then decided to replace that missing part of the family once we had mourned Ninja with twice as many loving cats in to our home. One being a Maine Coon called Tigger with a narcissistic attitude and a love for sleeping on my face. The other cat being a Turtle Shell named Luna who was awkward yet extremely lovable to your mum.

And so, as time goes moves on, its 4 years later and we are still blessed with a happy life.  I’ve been married to your mother for 9 years going on 10 and we’ve known each other for a total of 14 years to date. She drives me mad and I drive her mental but that’s what makes us work as total opposites because we are a team. I don’t know how to define true love to you son. But if you can be with same woman for that long and you are still able to experience every day as if it’s your first time together then you are on the right track.

The memories of the loved ones we have lost will live forever in our hearts. R.I.P Ninja…

 

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