On 5 March 2016 I opened my eyes at daybreak with a deep sense of peace and joy. The timeless sound of the waves outside foretold the day's event: Danie and I become man and wife today.
That day, almost exactly two years ago on 2 March 2014, our story began at water as well. Danie and I met at 'n mile swim event outside East London. Funny how it didn't happen during the time we were both studying at Stellenbosch and stayed within walking distance of each other. Clearly God had chosen a very specific time and place.
Danie says he knew I was the one when we took his motorcycle for a day trip on the Wild Coast and he realized I was a girl who likes to take the road less traveled. For me, that moment was when I knew there was no other person that I want as part of my space as constantly as him.
He asked me for my hand in marriage on a beach on the Wild Coast, the same beach we would eventually say our vows on.
As we were getting ready, my make-up artist frequently asked me if I felt nervous and I could honestly reply "not at all". Any prior uncertainties, the flowers, the weather, the functionality of the sound system, paled in comparison to the fact that Danie and I are marking a holy moment in history that day.
I walked down the sand aisle on my mother's arm to the sound of Christina Perri singing "be my forever", and with Eastern Cape guests of honor, Nguni cattle, looking on in the background. At weddings I like to look at the bridegroom's face as the bride walks in, but today, our day, it was my husband looking at me with joy.
That evening I saw my husband cry for the first time when he had to cut his speech to me short due the overwhelming emotions, but that said more than words ever could. It was the best day to start a life with my best friend, my forever.