On the First Day of Marriage

So here I am. On my lonesome now B has ventured off on a work-related trip. This morning I got in lots of extra hugs and kisses before I had to let him go and I’m not afraid to say I was pretty sad about it. You see, we’re never apart. Ever. The longest we’ve ever been away from each other was a week about 3 months after we started going out, when B went to visit his grandparents over Christmas. That was nearly 10 years ago and when he got back he told me he loved me for the first time. Oh yeah. I’ll never forget that moment.

I stuck to my vow and gave B as many squeezes as possible over the weekend. The peace was momentarily disrupted (in the best way) thanks to a full on crafting session on Saturday with our nephews, where paper plate animals were the project of the week. Ty soon decided we should be aiming for a whole zoo, so we cracked on with it and ended up with sheep, lions, birds, monkeys, an octopus and rabbits. Oh and an owl and plenty of fish. A good time was had by all. Plus we got the first foot photo of me, B and the boys. They’re normally too wriggly to partake, but they were amused by the randomness this time, so we got a good one.

Sunday we went on a walk in the autumn sun. It was a beautiful afternoon and we found a bench in the perfect spot where the warmth shone through the brown leaves right onto our heads. Every bench in the park has one of these little plaques on. Some say the most simple, yet most lovely things. Like this little bench. Now, hurry back B.