05 Apr 11 Years Today
11 Years ago today I sat in the kitchen waiting to be collected by a hungover Neil who was 45 minutes late.
The feminist in me was screaming “Right! That’s it! Get your PJ’s back on, he’s had his chance. This is downright rude!”
I couldn’t do it though.
The truth was I had been crazy about him for longer than I could remember and when he text me out of the blue to say that he was no longer with his girlfriend and I had been single for a little while, my heart leapt.
(Please bear with the cringy stuff, normal insults will resume asap).
As I’ve said before we had met when we both worked in the rail industry.
I could barely make eye contact with him, I was that mushy on him.
He would ring me in the early hours every now and again, usually after a night out – for a ‘chat’ as you do – and although we never said anything about how we felt, we both knew.
When I had my leaving party after getting a job elsewhere, our parting words were….
Neil “Erm…….yeah…..you know”
Me “Yeah, I know”
Fast forward a couple of years and I was sat here with my heart pounding, half thinking I had been stood up and it had all been a joke.
I now know (thanks Mother-In-Law) that he had been incredibly nervous about the whole thing too.
Finally, he turned into my street on two wheels in his souped up Peugeot, apologising sincerely.
I couldn’t be angry. Even though his music of choice in the car was James Blunt’s album – which by the way I am unashamedly a huge fan of but both having come out of long term relationships meant that ‘Goodbye My Lover’ wasn’t the best soundtrack to a first date you know what I mean?!.
Our date started at 3pm in town and ended at 3am in town and it felt like it was always meant to be this way.
We were cheese on toast (plenty cheese here right?!).
Don’t get me wrong, things weren’t all plain sailing.
He broke my heart with a momentary wobble over his ex girlfriend but again, the feminist in me died a little as I said I’d wait for him to make up his mind.
Typical Neil hated to upset anyone.
Luckily for me but mostly for him, he realised I’m a damn fox and that he was punching as it was.
That is where we began.
The flutters subsided and I can totally make eye contact now especially when I’m arguing with him but the magic wasn’t created in the moments of lustful gazes and saucy emails.
Rather the magic happened in the flickers in time that mattered, the tears when our babies were born, when he had to clean me up in hospital after my giblets escaped on a hobble to the loo, when we clung to each other over our worries with Esme.
As my wedding speech ended:
‘Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.’