What makes home, home?
Over the weekend Jean confirmed that David, one of her three siblings all of whom have emigrated, and his family, will spend Christmas with us in Kyalami this year.
This news pleased me immensely, and as I sit on the stoep listening to the birds ‘ chorus this morning, I realize that much as I am in awe of the physical beauty of the two hectares of this planet we call home, there is something more that makes the place special.
It is the community of people whose lives are woven into the fabric of this place that make it special. I still feel moments of pain when I remember the passing of my mom in her bed in her cottage on this piece of land, but also, fondly remember that first Christmas here, everyone helping to muck out early on Christmas morning, the family gathered in the lounge to open presents, the wonderful lunch on the stoep.
I happily recall in the short time we have been here the gathering of family and friends, the celebration of Guy and Andrew’s life partnership, the dinners with friends, family, visiting relatives from faraway lands and from inside the country.
These are moments that make this place more special than it’s physical attributes. Yes, it’s beautiful. It’s also special.