Key moments

It was a warm, balmy evening in Cape Town. A bunch of us students decided to get together after supper to have a jam session: me on the piano, one friend on the recorder and another on guitar.

We gathered in our university residence hall, took our respective places and began our gig with a noisy rendition of Hey Jude! We’d each invited some friends to join us, and they trickled into the hall one by one. Among them was a barefoot and gorgeous dark-haired student in grampa vest and jeans. I noticed his deep, dark eyes and as I looked at him, I was overwhelmed with the knowledge that he was part of my future.

So began a beautiful relationship that has so far lasted over 30 years, 27 years of which have been as husband and wife. Heck, was he ever part of my future. He still is.

Happy birthday, Mr Sunshine, I’m so glad you love music.

Sunshine signing off for today!


63 thoughts on “Key moments

  1. I remember those times well (could we ever forget) – you both deserve each other so much, you are the best birthday present Ringo could ever get Ruthi.

    Lots of Love

    1. Ah, Pete – I’m so glad you read this, given that you were the guitarist friend I mention! Thank you so much – what a lovely thing to say. Love to you both on that beautiful island xx

  2. Happy Birthday Mr Sunshine! I was struck by the description that the future-to-be Mr Sunshine was barefooted. There’s something sacred about a happy marriage that lasts for 27 years – it’s like he was walking onto holy ground. Have a wonderful day, and a wonderful future together.

  3. Happy Birthday Mr. Sunshine. It love the picture in my mind of the music trio and you walking in. Sunshine does such a wonderful job of painting pictures with her words. Have a lovely day you two!

  4. Beautiful! Sounds like you and Mr. Sunshine are perfect for each other. Happy birthday wishes to him from New York.

  5. So, this was 1981, right? Good thing you weren’t playing, oh, “Shuddap You Face.” Things could have turned out so differently.

  6. What a lovely post! Happy happy birthday again to W πŸ™‚
    P.s. Never heard of a jam session including a recorder, soooo uncool! πŸ™‚

    1. Thanks, precious Andie! You know, I thought about how uncool it was that our “jam” session included a recorder – like, wild! How funny. We had fun, but it wasn’t as rock ‘n roll as it could have been! But then, you know xx

  7. Thanks for all the Birthday wishes. I am a blessed man in deed to have had 30 years of Sunshine (so far) : )
    Mr Sunshine

  8. I think they sang “Hey Jude!” in one of my favorite romantic comedies in a bar…that song really brings people together. I love this post; I think it’s the sweetest. Happy birthday, Mr. Sunshine! πŸ™‚

    1. Thanks, Wendy. Well, you’ve been a little busy being pressed freshly – again! Congratulations – hope you survived the heavy traffic! Hugs from London xx

      1. Thanks, Sunshine…it was fun, but things are definitely back to normal traffic-wise today…now I want to visit the blogs of the people who commented…

        Miss you…


  9. What a wonderful tribute to Mr. S.! I felt the same chill when my future husband walked by me at the airport, 36 years ago!
    We were both flying to London for a college class, and were assigned seats next to one another on the 747.
    I hope you all had a wonderful celebration!

  10. This actually reminds me a lot of Roger and me in our youth. We used to get to school early. He and some of our other friends would bring guitars to school, and we would sit around and play and sing together (well, I didn’t do much playing — never got very good). Once on a rainy afternoon he and I went to the Cloisters (a medieval art branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, set in Fort Tryon park) and curled up together on a stone bench in the alcove of an unglazed gothic window, him quietly strumming while the rain pattered softly on large fir trees just outside and the scent of pine needles wafted in. Nowadays you’d never be allowed to do that, but it is one of my fondest memories of a magical afternoon at a time in our lives when things were often not good between us.

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