Week-end madness….

What a lovely week-end, we ditched the usual routine and settled for something different this time…we planted, we baked, we planned, we played and we laughed…and it was fun

We planted….We finished our first DIY project this week-end, yes, we finally planted something in that damm empty pot, and not only that pot, we planted a second pot, and to “cherry-on-top” the whole DIY experience, we planted a tree in the front garden, our first step towards the whole gardening venture.

But I have to admit, I truly and utterly felt lost in the nursery on Saturday, I don’t have the slightest idea what to do and where to start when it comes to gardening, and I fear with my (extremely) limited knowledge regarding gardening, I might be more foe than friend to any garden, pot or plant.

We baked….Z and I baked some Chocolate Brownies Saturday evening, or let’s rather say that I followed the instructions on the back of the box on how to assembled the Chocolate Brownies mixture, and Z found it necessary the poke around with her finger in the mixture whilst carefully watching daddy as he stole some chocolate chips from the mixture. Whether or not I baked or settled for assembling, the Chocolate Brownies still came out divine!

We played and laughed…We all played “touch” with H Sunday afternoon, like a bunch of school kids we ran around the front yard, chasing each other, all the while laughing till we had no breath left. I love seeing happy, smiling faces on my littlest Biekies, it makes me all warm and mushy on this inside.

We planned…almost every evening this week-end, Guilm and I would sit on the steps outside kitchen-door, talking about what lies ahead, I love pre-planning life (although all does not always go as planned), it gives me some sort of direction. And yes, there was some form of disagreement, but for most of it we agreed on, and love the ideas that floated around. We’ll make it work, we just need a little time and space to accomplish all.

But we were also remembered of the sadness in life as we commemorated 10 years since the 9/11 tragedy. It really felt like yesterday, and I don’t think I will ever forget the images I saw and the pain and sorrow I felt as I watched it all unfold on TV…I pulled the coffee table as close as possible in front of the TV, and I sat down on top of the coffee table, as I watched with horror, trying to imagine what those people were thinking, what they were feeling as they were in the midst of it all, as they tried to escape, fighting with every ounce they had in them, to stay alive…

I remember all those people who tried their utmost best to safe those in distress, without thinking of themselves for one second, how, not only a nation, a country, but the world, stood together, embracing one another, giving comfort.

I wondered how a person can allow himself to turn so stone-cold, to not care about something as precious as life, about the families being left behind, the heart-ache, the pain, the tears that were caused with the decisions made.

And yet, after 10 years passed, I am reminded about the promise to keep going, no matter what…to never give up.