Wedding

My sister, almost exactly a decade ago, decided to set off to England by herself. She emigrated, by herself, as many South Africans do, with inferior coats and far too little money than really is needed to survive and thrive. Now exactly 10 years later we stand here today, to celebrate her wedding to Sukhi, a most wonderful mate, a real friend, a man with a taste of adventure, with a sense of soulful humour, absolute decency resonating throughout him, a family man... and most importantly, a man who loves to do the ironing.

In September 2006 when my mom had moved to Los Angeles, we gathered as a family and briefly toured Southern California. It was during that time when Antoinette told us she was going to India. We thought okay, you have gone to England by yourself now, and now you want to go to India... What next? China? Indonesia?

Little did we know that she was literally going to India... To be an Indian Bride... This fussy child who didn't eat a single vegetable, except potatoes, was suddenly cooking the most wonderful curries and educating us about spices.

And finally in December 2013, she did indeed go to India, this time to purchase her wedding dress.

So I salute you dear sister, for your incredible strength. You are so driven, so absolute in your needs and your wants and your desires, and you set your sights on a goal, and you attain them, almost on your own. It is so wonderful to see that you have met your match in this jolly soul named Sukhi. I am grateful that he is your soft place to fall. He is your best friend. And that he is absolutely deserving of your love. Sukhi, from the time we have met you, we have known you were our brother. We are beyond ecstatic with your nuptials. Salut!