Forty Days

In high school, we counted down the last 40 days of our last year, our farewell to Matric and 12 years of school. We were allowed to get dressed up - I was a fairy - and run rampant on the school (well, sort of). We marched to school in the early hours, walked around, had a speech - made by two of my good friends, one in a cow costume and the other dressed as the Grim Reaper, and then proceeded to have a picnic on the hockey fields, where some people had a little more than juice and chips.

Today, I am again counting down 40 days, but this time I am not counting down to independence. This time, I am counting down to the biggest change in my life, the scariest challenge I am about to face. But at the same time, I am ecstatic, excited out of my mind, jumping and running and cartwheeling type of excitement. In 40 days, I will marry the love of my life and start a new life with him - my own family. I cannot wait to walk down that aisle and promise to love Flip for the rest of my life.

And to be honest, every relationship has their ups and downs, and every now and again we have a little tiff, but that doesn't change anything about the things our relationship is built on: trust, love, faith and respect. I cannot wait to embrace every little detail about these last 40 days of wedding preparation! Nerves may get the better of me at some point, but I will see it as part of the deal.

Ek is lief vir jou Flip, jy is die as waarom my wereld draai!