About two years ago, a friend who also works in PR (hello Sascha) was working on another project and asked me to help one of her other friends (and previous client) with the launch of his new wine. I’m trying to remember how I met Sascha, but it was through social media and other wine events, I’m sure.
Enter: Sascha’s email on the 24th of May, 2016 with the introductions, client brief and this extract on Francois: “He is doing really well with the relaxed, quirky and entertaining spin on his tours – he is a really likable guy – one of those cheeky and charming Afrikaans boys.” A few days later, I met Francois for coffee to discuss the event… and now here we are, almost 2 years to the day from our first meeting (8th of June, 2016). Here are some pictures from his launch. Little did we know!
I’ll never know what ended up differentiating me, or what made him want to commit his entire life, heart and future to me… and to us. The chemistry between us is a beautiful mix of friendship, adoration… and love. What has always attracted me to my relationship with Francois is that I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to be the best person that I can be. Somehow, I had the same affect on him. I grew so much stronger in everything that I did. Throughout these changes in myself and the way he mirrored on to me, was like we were standing there all alone in the brightest light and really started to understand each other.
If you’ve ever had an experience where a relationship with another human has really hit your core then you will completely understand how incredibly rewarding this kind of bond with another person is. I read something the other day that really resonated with me:
“But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.”
A person who brings you to your own attention. Isn’t that just so beautiful?
So 657 days after that first coffee meeting, the man who I grew to love as a part of me got down on his knee, held my hands and cried as he asked me to be his partner in everything for the rest of our lives. To be his wife and to share my life with him.
Devastatingly, we lost Francois’ mother in April last year. Shortly before her passing, she had a dream that Francois and I would marry… and that things would happen in March and in November. We decided to have our wedding reception at her favourite place – their family home in Stanford, which Francois purchased last year and is in the process of renovating. We want to feel like she is part of the celebration, so true to her prediction (prophecy?)… our wedding will be in November this year. Francois proposed to me on Thursday the 29th of March. This picture was taken after several bottles of celebratory bubbly. I love it!
I love telling the story of how he proposed. When Francois and I started getting serious, I always told him that I knew he would propose in the literal worst way. It would be something like… I would open the fridge and there would be a ring in the mayonnaise jar. On our trip to Italy, rumours stirred amongst friends that he was going to propose and I was like “No way – this is not him.” Way too predictable and romantic. He later told me about all the other ways that he’d considered proposing – one of them was to put my ring on a beer bottle. In. A. Grave. Yard. You get the point?
He proposed to me on the street. While I was waiting for my Uber. No really, he literally (actuallllly) went to my uber as I was waiting outside and said to the driver “Sorry, can you just wait… I need to propose to this girl quickly” like… are you joking? It was so unexpected. He had my DREAM ring made by my favourite jeweller and said that he would plan something lovely and romantic for when he gives it to me. He booked a beautiful dinner at the gorgeous Mount Nelson (my favourite) and arranged for us to stay at a guest house for the night. We went for pre-drinks at our favourite bar, and en route dinner he took me to the SAME spot on the same street where he first proposed and gave me my ring. What an idiot. It was perfect. I could not have asked for a more beautiful ring. It is honestly the most gorgeous and feminine ring that I have ever seen. It’s an oval diamond tube-set in a rose gold band and it feels much too fancy for my fingers, but I’m getting used to it. I love it so, so much. He did so good with this.
So right now we’re planning a very special, romantic and sentimental wedding for around 80 guests in Stanford. He’s planning the menu and choosing music and I’m hiring furniture, trying on dresses and sending out invitations. It’s all a big whirlwind and we can’t wait. Please expect a LOT of wedding posts, because we want to do something entirely different… and I really want to share it with you!