I decided to create this section of my site to really tell the story. The story that changed my life forever, or made me who I am today, or the story that continues to be written.

One of the most beautiful songs are The story by Brandi Carlile and the lyrics ironically tell us a story about every person being a story themselves, but will these stories mean anything if we don’t tell them to someone else.

My view on this is that we are all made of the puzzle pieces of stories that came from experience, music, good books, art, people and love. My book as a human started the day I was born and will continue until there are numerous volumes of the same book, but my story will only be read by the people I let into my life and show the words that make me who I am.

The story I want to post here, on this day, is my story about love.

Love… the four-letter word that scares the heck out of some people and will make others move a mountain. The one word we all know, all have inside us and will all feel down to the core at one stage or another.

My love story started many years ago, long before I met my husband. I made a decision when I was still in school to never just date for the sake of it, to keep my body as a sacred temple and to trust in the Lord to send me the person He wants me to be with. I went through ups and downs with this decision and many people felt they had the right to be outspoken about it. However, I do believe that every person is entitled to make their own decision about love and their lifestyle and therefore never forced my own belief on anyone I crossed paths with.

A decade of being mostly single passed and still I felt stronger about waiting for God’s plan than ever before. Waiting is not my strong suit as I am quite impatient and make things happen, but I channelled my energy into preparing myself to be a good worker, daughter, sister and friend. If you are ready to love and be loved, it makes the journey so much more rewarding and somewhat easier. This is going to sound so cliché, but I love to write about love, and that is exactly what I did. During this time, I started to write romance novels and love became the colour of the words on each page. Providing myself and the readers with happily ever after stories to bring that moment of joy.

Then the unthinkable happened – it was just a normal day, with normal routine and I sure enough were not looking to find love, but it still found me. I met the most wonderful man, after he suffered great tragedy and loss, when he asked me to assist with some legal work. I must say we already knew about each other through mutual friends and I think that motivated him to contact me for “work” in the first place. I did everything within my power to ensure that the work was perfect. I had to make a good impression. Obviously!

After about three weeks he finally gave me a call and asked me for the traditional coffee date. I nearly got a heart attack and spent hours going through my cupboard to find the picture-perfect outfit. My sister and her then boyfriend (now husband) may have aged a bit on the night before the coffee date. I can be quite a handful when I start panicking.

The morning of our date arrived, I got dressed, in a completely different outfit than what we set out the night before. On my way down the stairs my heel broke and I had to change shoes. How even! Only one of my work colleagues, who is also a friend was there on that stressful morning and had to calm my nerves with tea and moral support. I knew even before the first date that something big was about to happen and change my life forever. I think that is what really amped the nerves.

I thought he is the most attractive man and butterflies attacked the inside of my tummy. He showed up on time and as he is a true gentleman picked me up at the office. When he got out of the vehicle to open the door for me, surprise went over me, we were dressed colour co-ordinately. He noticed it when we got out of the car (after he opened the door again) at the restaurant and we exchanged looks. I could see he was just as nervous as I was. Although his suit complemented his good looks and definitely gave him the advantage when it came to the feelings inside me. We sat down, ordered our coffee and the conversation began. It was a bit like being in an interview as he asked me more questions than I had answers for. It gave me great insight into this fascinating man across the table from me.

Our coffee date turned into coffee, brunch, and a bottle of wine. Best few hours of my immediate future at that time. As our date came to and end, I think we both knew this was it – our lives will change from here on out, but we will never be apart.

And that is exactly how it played out. We continued our conversation by messages, telephone conversations and moments together, and is still in an ongoing conversation to this very day. I met his (mine now) beautiful daughter and we continued to fall in love with each other’s uniqueness. Our hearts and souls started to colour our paths together and God Himself outlined the future of our puzzle pieces.

We got married after only a few moths together and I will cherish that day and all the days leading up to it forever. We are now spending our happily ever after with our daughter, family, friends and dogs and telling our stories everyday. None of my love stories will ever compare to our love story and never will any of my heroes be my husband. But hey, they can definitely try. Therefore, I will continue writing romance and loving each new day.