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Another wonderful weekend spent with the love of my life!

Friday night was spent exactly as planned – following the meeting at Scouts with the other parents [all 5 of them – great to have so much support, she says sarcastically], we returned home and lay in bed watching movies on Kevin’s laptop. He wanted us to watch a horror, hoping that I would cling to him in fear; however I found it so far fetched that I laughed more than cringed. He on the other hand was bored that he fell asleep and I ad to wake him when it was time to go fetch K from Scouts.

We awoke early on Saturday morning … and by early I mean 06h30 [yup, gone are the days I sleep til 10h00 or later] and once we had bathed and dressed, we went out for breakfast – the most important meal of the day spent with the most important man in my life!

After a delicious brekkie and too many cups of coffee we hit the hardware stores in search of a striker plate for Angel and my bedroom doors, nuts and bolts for Star’s and the boys bathrooms doors, and Fisher plugs for the blinds in my bedroom that keep falling down.

Four hours and six hardware stores in the suburb and surrounds later, and we were no closer to finding the right sized striker plates. Either too big or too small, but none were the correct size for our doors!

With bursting bladders we had no option but to return home with the supplies we were able to obtain.

I was about to make us burgers for lunch, but before I switched on the stove, Kevin offered to open up the oven and stove and try fix the two plates that weren’t [and haven’t been for 15 years] working as well as one of the pilot lights for the working plate.

When Kevin opened the stove top I was absolutely horrified to see the hardened grease and insects inside!!! Ewww!!! However, I was quite delighted to find several missing teaspoons and a knife.

Whilst my man took the stove apart and fixed the pilot light and one of the plates [the other was too far gone for even my handyman] I had the arduous task of cleaning inside the stove.

Needless to say, once the stove had been reconnected, I made one less burger. No way was I able to eat after witnessing the nasty stuff inside the stove.

After lunch Kevin got stuck into the bathroom door. Drills, screws, nuts, bolts – what a turn on! For me and all the newly fixed items in my house!!!

The girls had a friend over in the evening and we all watched Get Hard together. One of the funniest movies I have ever seen, but in retrospect, properly not very suitable for the girls. Nevertheless, the five of us laughed until we cried tears.

Needing to recover from our embarrassment [if you’ve seen the movie, you’ll know why], Kevin and I went to McDonalds to buy the girls McFlurry’s and we got ourselves a Cuppacake each.

Poor Kevin was then subjected to watching Cinderella with a house full of girls, but not a peep of protest from him, in fact when the narrator said:

“Perhaps the greatest risk any of us will ever take is to be seen for who we truly are.”

he squeezed me tight and whispered that it was a risk we had both taken with each other …

*sigh* Where did I find this amazing man?

Oh! And more amazing news relating to my man … our family has a tradition for the Vodacom Durban July, going back to when it was still referred to as the Rothman’s July; every family member is allocated a horse by means of a draw; with cash prizes for 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th places respectively.

When my brother sent me the list on Thursday I was a little surprised but extremely excited to see Kevin’s name, as generally it’s only legit family members: us kids, wedded partners and our children … so to see that Kevin has made the cut and is considered family … *sigh*

I kept checking Twitter on Saturday afternoon as I had a good feeling about the race … and wouldn’t you know it … Power King [the most obviously choice for my man’s horse!] came in first!

We received a congratulatory message from my step-mother to say that he had won R550. Whoo hoo! The message further stated that he should spend it on himself. *hint hint*

I told him that he should use it towards the sneakers he wanted to buy, because every time he says he’s going to buy shoes he uses the money on either taking me out to eat, or fixing up my house. Not that I’m complaining, I’m extremely grateful, but he never spoils himself.

However he shook his head and said that he’ll use it towards our holiday next week. I reminded him that we would be in the middle of a farm with no shops in sight and we had already worked out our budget and put money aside for everything we needed so it wouldn’t be necessary.

What a man! Always always thinking of us and me, before himself. And because of his complete selflessness I have a surprise or two up my sleeve in terms of spoiling him on our holiday.

I’ve ordered us each a The One Ring [replica from the Lord of the Rings movies] to wear on chains around our neck. He doesn’t like gold, so I know he wouldn’t wear it on his hand; and since the supplier didn’t have a small enough size to fit my tiny fingers, I figured we could have matching pendants instead of rings. Truthfully, my intentions was to get them as Promise Rings. Corny I know, but we’re like teenagers anyway and I just know he’ll love the idea, even if we don’t actually wear them on our fingers.


I’ve also purchased us camera lens travel mugs, which I know he’s going to love! And in which I’m going to hide the rings! Hehehe, my turn to do some surprising and spoiling.


Sunday was a very beautiful and blessed day … but I’ll get to that tomorrow.

I leave you with messages I received from my now flu-ridden man:

I had such a wonderful dream that you were mine, then I woke up smiling because I realized it was not just a dream.

I love you so much…

My angel i absolutely love the way we are moving forward in our relationship where we will be making promises to each other, really making our love for each other so solid… it makes me feel so secure with you in so many ways… i love you so much can’t wait for our holiday alone together X x x x x x

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