Read Part One- The Day We Met- here.
Read Part Two- Getting To Know Each Other- here.
Read Part Three- Moving In- here.
Read Part Four- Just Friends?- here.
Read Part Five- My New Life Without You- here.
Read Part Six- Secrets- here.
Read Part Seven- I Love You- here.
Read Part Eight- When You Realise- here.
Read Part Nine- Our New Little Home- here.
Read Part Ten- Our Big Day- here.
Read Part Eleven- OMG We Are Having A Baby- here.
Read Part Twelve- Two Become Three- here.
Over the last couple of months I have been writing posts all about ‘My Little Love Story.’ It has been quite long, but I have enjoyed writing it and reliving the memories of mine and Mr E’s story of how we met.
When I woke up that morning in April 2005 I didn’t realise that particular day would change the whole course of my life. It was just a normal day in my university year, and when I met that smiling manager at the bar and asked him for a part time job I didn’t get a jolt of electricity or the feeling of love at first sight. I sure as hell didn’t realise he was going to be my future husband.
But our friendship grew, and I started to get little insights into his mind, how kind he was, how thoughtful and above all how much he cared for me. That friendship grew into a relationship, that relationship grew into a marriage, and in December 2010 two became three when our little girl was born.
For the past eight years my life has been entwined with his. Even in the early days when we were just friends, we were inseparable and we had the most fun. There isn’t a day when I haven’t spoken to him. I sometimes think about what it would have been like if we hadn’t actually been brave enough to risk our friendship and kiss that day. Sure, I wouldn’t have been a lonely spinster. I would have gone on to love someone else, marry someone else and maybe even have a baby with someone else. But that someone else wouldn’t be Mr E- my kind, gentle hearted, selfless partner who I have loved with all my heart the past eight years. And we wouldn’t have Mads- the most wonderful little girl in the world.
I know I am soppy and my love story may make you want to gag. But it’s the truth. Don’t get me wrong- our relationship isn’t perfect. We have had huge fights, especially in the early days where we have thrown things and shouted and cried. We have had times where we have stormed out the house, said things we didn’t mean and been so sad with one another.
Life isn’t a fairytale or something out of a romantic chick flick.
But the one thing we have never done is say we want out. We have never been one of these couple’s to question our relationship or say is it worth it? We have stuck together through thick and thin, through good and bad, and like our vows said, for better or worse. There have been bad days, some semi rough patches, and some very stressful times.
But for all those bad days?
There have been a thousand good ones.
We have been so drunk that we can’t speak and fallen over. There have certainly been plenty of those when we were younger. We have stayed up all night, drinking, laughing and joking. We have danced in clubs, on bars (literally), at friends weddings and at our own wedding. We have danced in a circle holding hands with our daughter.
We have laughed till we cried and cried till we laughed. We have mopped away each others tears, been there for each other, been a shoulder to cry on and the rock in each others lives. We have told each other our deepest darkest thoughts, our hopes and dreams, and our fears. We have got to know each other inside and out.
We have been to some amazing places and seen some amazing things. We have been swimming with Dolphins in Cuba, gone deep sea diving in Barbados, and passed out in a hotel room in Miami after drinking far too many jagermeisters. We have been lucky enough to travel all over the world and have forged some amazing memories.
We have lived in Leeds, we have lived in London and we have finally settled in our first little home together in Cambridgeshire (for now!) We have made the most amazing friends together, had some fabulous parties, been on some incredible adventures and made the most of our child free, no responsibility years.
In December 2010 our little girl was born. Our daughter. She has my eyes, her Daddy’s nose and her Daddy’s laid back temprament. She can be feisty (stroppy!) like her Mummy but has the most gentle and affectionate side like her Daddy.
She is a part of both of us and I look at her and I am amazed we created something so perfect.
I am so thankful to have walked into that bar that day.
If I hadn’t my life would have been very different.
Who knows what will happen in the future? Who knows where we will end up? What jobs we will have? We would like a little brother or sister for Mads in the not so distant future, and then after that who knows?
You can’t say anything will last forever, life isn’t a fairy tale, but I would like to think that Mr E and I will always be together. I didn’t say our vows for nothing. I will continue to work at our relationship and I hope he will do the same. It isn’t always going to be easy, but I like to think that we will always try our hardest. As long as we carry on the way we are, my our life together will be a happy one.
So my little love story draws to a close, on here at least, but every day I live my life surrounded by the happiness that this one man has bought me. I want to thank my husband for being quite simply the best.
Here’s too many more chapters of our life together.
Mr E I love you.