14 Feb He may not say ‘I Love You’ as much as I’d like…
But you know what? Sometimes it’s the actions that speak the loudest.
As Valentine’s Day 2017 approaches closely followed by our Third wedding anniversary I’m thinking of the times when I’ve been told I’m loved without hearing the words.
1) My Husband has total faith in me and humours my hair brained schemes.
From getting involved in bollocks such as Juice Plus and Partylite in an attempt to make my millions to eventually co-owning Lavish, he has been behind me 100%. When I offered to buy half the company despite being skint and not able to afford half a coffee he did some credit card magic and made it happen for me. Even my short lived vintage clothing business Cherry Poppin’ Vintage, thanks to him, came with a fantastic website. You want a blog? Let’s do it and do it properly. Photography? You need a good website!
What’s important to me is important to him.
I’ve never once been told I can’t do something no matter what the implications.
He believes in me.
2) He danced to One Direction with me in front of a panel of Rock FM presenters despite cringing his arse off.
In 2013 I entered us into Rock FM’s Bride Wars. We made the final 5 couples and the couple that made the most money in 10 days for their children’s charity won a 30k wedding. To get to the final 5 we had to dance to about 10 songs in front of all these judges that were pissing themselves at our dedication/desperation. He knew how much I wanted the wedding.
For ten days we fundraised like our lives depended on it. Charity nights, bag packs, auctions, celebrity tweeting and despite raising just under 10k we came second. Seeing him give absolutely everything he had to try to win made me decide that whatever the outcome of the competition, I was booking a wedding.
3) Not going off his head when I just nipped into town and er…. Booked our wedding.
Who could say no to 2 weeks in Cyprus all inclusive huh?
4) Hearing his amazing speech about me at aforementioned wedding. I don’t think I have ever heard him speak that way before about me and will probably only do so again at my funeral ?
From my fluffy glitter cloud reserved for the awesome.
5) He is my equal and keeps me on my toes. I don’t control him, nor does he control me. I don’t impose rules on him as that would make the relationship imbalanced and what is attractive about that? I don’t want a wimp I can boss around any more than I want to be told what I can and can’t do.
6) He works damn hard in a job he hates to keep our family provided for.
One day he will feel the fear himself and do it anyway, strike out on his own. He has a brilliant mind and is incredibly talented as a self taught developer but until he is ready I’ll just have some decent tea and a sympathetic ear ready every evening.
7) He apologises for farting.
8) He doesn’t chastise me for not apologising for my farting. He just accepts now that this is something that will never happen.
9) Now I feel like I should make it up to 10. Ok, well he empties the bin which is a goddamn awful job considering I’m always throwing dirty nappies in there to save having to go outside.
10) Still loving me despite seeing me at my grossest.
When he came back to the hospital the day after I gave birth to our eldest I knew then I would marry him.
He was at that ward at 9 on the nose, desperately excited to see our new addition again. He had cried actual chest wracking sobs when she was born and now just couldn’t believe she was actually here.
That morning he helped me from the bed to the opposite loo, mopping up my entrails behind me and helping me into the shower, weird tear shaped floppy belly and all and I was just thankful for him.
For being there, for being my new Daughter’s Daddy and just for being him.
Thank you Mr D ❤️