Yesterday was our second wedding anniversary. Before I go any further – I cannot believe how quickly two years have passed! It worries me slightly that life is passing me by and before I know it, I’ll have been married 25 years and be 55 years old.
But then we have actually packed a fair bit into that time – Mr M has started a new job, we’ve been on a few holidays, I ran a half marathon, and nearly ran the London Marathon (I got injured a month before and had to pull out), I got pregnant, and we bought a house. I guess it’s no surprise that it’s gone quickly. Maybe we should try to slow down for a bit once we have moved and had the baby, eh?
Anyway, back to yesterday. Mr M had told me the previous night that I needed to stay in bed in the morning and he was going out to get breakfast. Little R-M had other ideas however, and at 6.30am, it thought it the perfect time for a party and literally felt as though it may burst out at some points.
So I crept out and made a coffee and sat on the balcony until Little R-M decided to go back to sleep. I never ever thought I would be a person who regaled anyone with the wonders of early mornings, but actually it was lovely out there. It was warm with the sunshine peeking through the clouds, and being a Bank Holiday, it was really peaceful and calm.
It gave me time to reflect on our marriage so far and I suddenly realised just how bloody lucky I am. Rewind to 2009 and I was eternally single. Dating, but never meeting the right man, struggling to ever imagine that I would settle down, no matter how much I wanted to. I even told my best friend that if I got to 30 and hadn’t found anyone, I would look at adopting a child and would be quite happpy. Who was I kidding – I’m not designed to be on my own.
So in 2010, Mr M asked for my number in a local pub ( he was a friend of a friend, I had no idea I was being set up). Despite being pretty damn hot, he wasn’t what I thought I was looking for and to be honest, I was so disillusioned that I didn’t hold out much hope for the romance of my life. Then we went on a date and I realised that he was in fact, exactly what I was looking for. He very quickly became my best friend, my soul mate. He makes me laugh, he is there for me at every turn and he just ‘gets’ me.
Please don’t get me wrong, he drives me absolutely mental at times, but I realised, sat out on that balcony, that I was so lucky to find him. Sometimes I take him for granted, I get caught up in the humdrum of daily life and minor problems and the fact he hasn’t done the washing up again and I forget that he is my perfect man.
Anyway, Little R-M calmed down after about half an hour, and I went back to bed. Later on, I got breakfast in bed (this was the first time I’ve ever had it!)
We got each other a little token gift, and despite being mortified by my uncoolness, he got me Mariah’s new album, which is ace – there has been some serious car-eoke going on today.
We then went out for a drive (how old are we?!) around the area that we have bought our new house in, and I got super excited about our next chapter.
An afternoon nap was followed by a Pizza Express date.
And do you know what? I had the perfect day. Last year, we went to London and danced and drank cocktails, and stayed in a lovely hotel. It was fabulous, but I would not change a minute of our day yesterday for the world. It was quiet, but it was us time, and it was perfect.
Next year, we’ll be a three!