Today is my anniversary, of sorts.
24 years ago today, I met the man of my dreams.
The man I'd had a crush on since I was 14.
I have said before that I was a little bit of a wayward child, so it's no great surprise that I met him in a pub, 3 months after my 16th birthday. We had already been introduced, earlier in the day, by friends that thought we would make a good couple.
How right were they?!
The circumstances of our meeting are no secret, but are not for this forum. There are some things your family don't need to know!
Needless to say, it was not love at 1st site, lust possibly.
He was a 25 year old man, our relationship would probably be frowned on these days.
It was frowned on a little then!
But we proved every single one of them wrong.
I still love him as much as I did then. Life has moved on, we've grown up. Had our 3 beautiful boys. Bought a house, filled it with love.
My feelings for my husband have never changed though. That smart mouthed 16, who knew exactly what she wanted, was right.
Which is why I am VERY glad I don't have daughters.
He has just cooked us a delicious roast beef dinner, so I am off to make him a lovely cake.
x Ojo x