11 June 2010 - The Bafana-Bafana team played their first match, and they WON!!! the country was in total awe and this was celebrated with vuvuzela's in the street and South African flags flying with great pride everywhere. Even for a small town like ours, it looked pretty amazing and I could only imagine the atmosphere in the bigger cities.
There was also some celebrations happening at my home when I got there after work. Mr. V and some of his friends where watching the game and having drinks out on the deck. After some deliberation and a couple of phone calls, the women and children arrived.
With the cold winter weather outside, we warmed up snuggled next to the warm, crackling fire, drinks and good conversation. The kids, on the other hand was warming up, in our bed watching cartoons.
And, of course, when the night came to it's end, and the children being so adourable and everyone left. The night went quite, my husband and I laid in bed. And I just couldn't help myself, I felt the tears just streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably.
Will my husband love me if I couldn't conveice children? Will he still want me? What if he woke up in a couple of years, realising that his life is not full enough? What if he leaves me? Will our marraige survive this new venture?
That night I fell asleep on a wet pillow.
(If only I knew how many was still to come)
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