So many good memories but to me the best would be braai time. All of us sitting around the blazing fire on a cold winters evening. My dad, guitar in hand, playing all the old favourites and then mom and dad singing to us and later all of us joining in. It was a time of magic, of family, of sharing. The smell of the meat sizzling and the wonderful salads and just when you thought it couldn't get any better mom would bring out her desserts and fridge tarts. Stuffed full and with eyes heavy we would crawl into bed under warm thick blankets with perhaps a hot water bottle to ease into sleep and sleep the sleep one can only enjoy when you are truly at peace with the whole world.
Delanie
Delanie