My Valentine For Life

Happy Wednesday! Hope you all had a good Valentines day? I thought I would do a personal post and share my story of how I met my husband. If Mila ever asks me about love (which I am sure she will) I would say marry/be with someone kind. Someone who fights for you. And someone who makes you laugh through good times and bad. I grew up watching my father making my mother laugh so much that she would be crying tears of happiness and thats what I always wanted to have for myself.

I would love to say it was love at first sight, but I think most real-life love stories often start in the most unexpected ways. When I was in my early twenties I was going out a lot. My mother used to say to me stop partying you will never find someone decent whilst you do that. Mothers are almost always right but if I had listened to her in this instance then I never would have met my husband. I don’t think I was ever one of those girls that was determined to find the “right guy.” I am a TOTAL romantic and what I wanted was a full-blown love story in every cheesy possible way. I wanted a fairytale. I never wanted to settle for someone because they might have the right qualities.

In March 2009 I was out with a group of friends and I met this guy who was a friend of a friend and thought nothing of it. There was zero spark between us and we hardly even spoke. Then on the Thursday before Easter weekend we all went out. I was devastated (not really I just used to be SO dramatic I cringe when I think back at this) because some guy I had gone on a few dates with had done a disappearing act on me. And my husband was hitting on some other girl. So romantic you must be thinking. In any case after a few drinks we started talking to each other because the girl he was hitting on wasn’t really showing him that much interest. A mutual friend of ours must have seen something early on that we didn’t because he lied and told me that my now husband was into me and vice versa. I think I spent the entire evening complaining about this date of mine telling him “how could he possibly not call me back” and “who does he think he is?” We even came up with a nickname for said date – Skinny Jeans. I think my husband was partially amused and partially just thought “who the f is this girl and who does SHE think she is?” and so from that moment on he nicknamed me BT which stands for Big Time and the hilarious thing is that his mother still to this day calls me by that name (I’m not entirely sure she knows what it stands for!) We ended up having a fun night with one too many shots, some ridiculous fight we got ourselves into with random people in the queue for a restaurant at 3 in the morning (I have never been in a fight before or since that evening) and an awful awful hangover the next day. Which was made worse by the ghastly realisation that I had borrowed his scarf and I would have to see him again to give it back. I would have to see him again in any case because we had mutual friends so it was bound to happen. But I just wasn’t into him and seeing him again was the last thing I wanted to do. We ended up meeting on a sunny Saturday on Duke of York Square in Chelsea for an ice-cream/scarf exchange and for the first time in my life I was utterly wrong about someone. He really surprised me. I thought it would be a quick 30 mins meet, greet, give the scarf back and run away as fast as I can kind of date but instead we stayed for hours. And laughed a lot. Like I don’t think I have ever laughed so much. And the rest as they say is history.

Meeting my husband had the most positive impact on my life. He is the most driven person I know and he has always pushed me to achieve my goals. He always  makes me feel safe and loved and he takes care of me in every way he can. He has the kindest most generous soul. He is the absolute love of my life. I ended up getting that fairytale I was after just not in the way I had imagined. Looking back we were such babies when we met and I think we have been through so much together but luckily we have always grown closer as time goes on rather than apart. I would love to put him all over my feed and insta stories every single day because I am so proud to call him my husband (plus he is the funniest person I know and I feel like he needs to share that with the rest of the world!) But its his choice and I respect that 100%. We now have a baby who is the love of both of our lives and she is the biggest blessing but I also tell him all the time that he will forever be my no.1. We should all appreciate our husbands and how amazing they are xx

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