Something Worth Saving (by Tanja)

This is not going to be a lengthy piece. This is just me sharing something special with you.

How often in life do you find something really worth saving, or sharing for that matter? Out of all the stuff we gather through the years, so much is often tossed out after some time because it has lost its significance or value.

Yesterday, it was Mother's Day here is South Africa and this year my birthday fell on the same day. Not that I care to be reminded that I'm getting older, but it's still nice to receive all those messages and calls and lovely birthday wishes from near and far.

For me, this birthday was pretty dreary. We live in the Western Cape and our winter arrived much earlier and with a vengeance. Strong winds, heavy rain and in certain places flooding and destruction. I don't mind rain, occasionally, but our winters are so unpleasant. Even after living here for more than 27 years, in this beautiful part of our country, it still gets to me.

However, it wasn't just about the miserable weather.

I missed my children, especially with it being my birthday. I missed going somewhere special to celebrate (we're not in a good financial space). I missed the sunshine. I missed the laughter. I missed everything that makes a day extra special.

At least I had my wonderful husband, Danie, with me. And that is what I want to share with you. No elaborate gifts, no big hoohaa, just being with the person closest to me, enjoying our favourite music, and being grateful for the time we still have together.

Danie wrote me this beautiful birthday poem, and I felt that it is worth saving and sharing.

So, even though it wasn't the most eventful and fun day, I am optimistic that the year ahead will hold something special in store for me.

And that is what I'll choose to focus on.

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