Number 12: A suit for a wedding

This last transition from our apartment in Cape Town back to Johannesburg felt tough for me.  I usually transition with ease between the places and the activities in our lives but this trip felt long, the temperatures hovered near 40 degrees, we drove through parched landscapes and a sand storm.
Our home feels neglected and dusty with too many cobwebs to ignore and Fred is anxious with all the maintenance chores facing him.
And among these feelings is the anticipation of my boy's wedding.

Number 12:

A Suit for a Wedding.

It's Saturday morning and according to Barry and Kim's 'mywedding' site, the wedding is 48 days away. 

I am meeting the kids in Sandton this morning to shop for Barry's suit, the cleaning and to-do list becomes insignificant as I breathe into the appreciation of this milestone. 

This is my son, we are together, he is nervous, Kim is calm, he knows what he does not like, he wears a suit with ease, the choices become clear, the decision comes naturally, we smile, hems are sewn and it is done, he walks out with his suit.

A special moment with Barry and Kim, a suit for a wedding