I was flicking through photos from a Caribbean group holiday which were taken seemingly a lifetime ago, when a photo stopped me in my tracks. I had to sit upright and study a most shocking photo trying to figure out who this woman was and what the hell was she doing?
The image was of a younger, much tanner version of me, drawing love notes in the sand on a beach in Antigua. Was this something we use to do? Now with kids, my focus has slowly shifted towards the children. If I was drawing anything today at the beach in the sand, it would be of dragons or dolphins for the monkeys.
I know there are a many loved up married couples with kids that are holding hands and taking long walks at sunset out there. Shane and I do not belong to this group. Our current idea of true bliss is when the kids goto bed. One lounges, and I mean fully reclined across the whole 8 seater corner sofa, watching the replay of the Hawks Grand Final, whilst the other makes a hasty escape for some mindless surfing of the world wide web. By the way, have you seen What Kids Around the World Eat for Breakfast?
Before the memories completely fade and we make the purchase of two single beds side by side like elderly roomies (the idea still appeals to me). I wish my dear husband a happy birthday.
Thank you dearest
For taking it on the chin, when my father in his Chinese style bluntness, said that no good will come of both of us should we stay together.
For driving me back home when I failed my P plates and reassuring me that I’m not that bad a driver.
For helping me move into my dorm room and shuttling me to and from lectures, when you could’ve easily slept in.
For carrying me home when I’ve had one t0o many.
For coming all the way to Seoul to wait “just five more minutes” for me to finish work, which turned into hours late into the night (Koreans do not know what work life balance is).
For leaving the Cayman Islands, because even though it was perfect for you it wasn’t paradise for me.
For dragging me to London which turned out to be the best thing we ever did.
For the most wonderful adventures around the world.
For marrying me
For baby 1
For dragging me to St Louis which turned out to be quite the fun adventure.
For baby 2
For being an extraordinary father and husband.
For supporting me in all the crazy ideas I’ve ever had including this blogging thing.
Happy birthday dear husband. I love you.