Five years ago today we were on our way to Guildford to have some lunch, in a state of not really knowing what had hit us. I can’t remember the name of the cafe but I’ve still got the sachet of sugar with the silly message on it. If someone had sat down at the table with us while we were eating our paninis, and told us that one day we would have a house and a car and a son, I think I might have believed them. No-one has ever felt as right to me as you do. If they had told me that in five years’ time, I would still find something new to love about you every single day, I would certainly have believed it. If they had told me how much strength and resilience you have, and how cool you are in a crisis, and how tolerant and patient you can be, I would have been pleasantly surprised, because I didn’t know you that well at that point. If they had mentioned that you were hot, I would have given them a knowing wink.
Happy anniversary sweetheart.
AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
Just big, fluffy, lovely aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
xxxx
I remember that weekend well. There was a group of us meeting up for a not-a-blogmeet in Covent Garden. You texted to say that you were detained with “a friend” and might be a bit late. Then you never turned up at all.
I didn’t work out who the friend was until a few weeks later, but I do remember thinking that there was something odd about the tone of your text message and that this was clearly no ordinary friend. Little did I know…
Congratulations to both of you!
(you two have been together just a little longer than Big and me)