The man and I celebrated a milestone this week. We met in the wee small hours at the (then) divey Strawberry Hills Hotel 21 years ago. Our romance feels all grown up and yet, surely I am still only 21 years old myself?
Of course we felt the occasion demanded celebrating, but obviously not enough to organise anything in advance. Typical. Wednesday rolled around and we hadn’t arranged a venue or even booked a babysitter. What to do?
“We could just get a takeaway and open a bottle after the kids have gone to bed,” Bart suggested.
My face said it all.
“Or we could just take the kids out with us?” I replied.
His face said it all.
But, of course, that’s exactly what happened in the end. All five of us went to Jamie’s Italian in the city and amidst the “use your knife and forks” and the “sit up straight, you are practically disappearing under the tables” and the “this is not the place to decide you hate each other forevers”… we quite enjoyed ourselves. The kids were beyond excited to be in the city, eating fancy on a school night. We turned it into a ‘you mean so much to us that we couldn’t possibly celebrate our anniversary without you’ loved-up-family moment, but secretly Bart and I were wishing we were dining at Chiswick per due.
So, a bit of a different ‘lately’ for me today because it’s all about the love…
I’m loving: the way we always make each other laugh, even when we shouldn’t be laughing at all.
I’m enjoying: coming out of the fog of little kids and planning what comes next.
I’m watching: the careful way he considers my feelings and the lengths he’ll go to to make me smile.
I’m eating: … … … no.
I’m reading: nothing about romance or love, that’s for sure. I’ve never once felt the need for a ‘men are from mars’ kind of book with this one.
I’m making: the most of this wonderful gift I’ve been given. I’m grateful every day for this day because I get to spend it with this man.
I’m discovering: that if you get the relationship part right, the rest isn’t so daunting after all.
I’m listening: to the song we played after we said our vows at our wedding. Thanks Bill.
Ah, sweet love. What do you think makes a great romance?