I got married 3 years ago today so I thought I would write a little bit about how we actually came to be married – also I was thinking that If for whatever reason we die before I document it perhaps our children won’t ever know the wondrous tale!
Actually it’s not such a great story… I would like nothing better than to tell you a tale like the one of my Mum and Dad’s. They met in a pub, sat on a staircase, him sitting on the step behind her. They got chatting, he asked for her number and a few days later having totally forgotten her name, called her lodgings and asked to speak to the ‘northern nurse’. A brave and totally uncharacteristic moment for my dad which led to mine and my sisters very existence.
Our tale was more akin to a gradual wearing down.
We met at work. Our jobs were on a similar level but he had to produce reports for me and unfortunately, probably as they were deeply dull reports, he often got them wrong.
We found each other mildly irritating for a while but slowly and surely over the course of a year we started to grow on each other.
We liked to stay up all night dancing.
We were just friends but I started to realise that I didn’t enjoy things as much when he wasn’t there.
One day, after an award win at work, our company held an event to celebrate. They had loads free booze so we got drunk and snogged.
The next day everyone was hungover. I said I couldn’t believe it. No one else was surprised.
He asked me to be his girlfriend and we grew to accept each others character flaws.
I put up with his deeply geekish behaviour…
He put up with my daydreaming about rabbits…
We got a flat and a cat and felt a bit like a family. And then one December he took me to Tallinn in Estonia and proposed under the big Christmas tree in the main square.
I said yes but banned him from getting down on one knee in public.
At that very moment a small bundle of cells was starting to become a person in my tummy.
And as I wanted to wear a slinky dress and had no qualms about our bastard child being part of our big day it wasn’t until 2 years later than we actually married, with that small bundle of cells at our side.
It may not have been written in the stars but we are still here today, annoying the hell out of each other as always. Happy Anniversary J, here is to many more years sitting mute on the sofa together xxx
**************P.S. I have a new book OUT NOW! You can nab it on Amazon here or in your lovely local bookshop :)