My husband is my soul mate.
We met in 2001, I was working in a travel agency, and he was an English backpacker travelling around Australia with his friends. After booking a flight for one of his friends, we said goodbye. I felt a bit of a pang in the stomach when he left. He was so nice and gorgeous! However, I wasn't interested in any relationships.... no... I was still getting over a 7 year relationship which was in the process of dwindling. I had been seriously burnt, but as most people do, stayed - unhappy. My boyfriend was a great guy, but just didn't take our relationship seriously. I needed someone to cut the cord.
We met in 2001, I was working in a travel agency, and he was an English backpacker travelling around Australia with his friends. After booking a flight for one of his friends, we said goodbye. I felt a bit of a pang in the stomach when he left. He was so nice and gorgeous! However, I wasn't interested in any relationships.... no... I was still getting over a 7 year relationship which was in the process of dwindling. I had been seriously burnt, but as most people do, stayed - unhappy. My boyfriend was a great guy, but just didn't take our relationship seriously. I needed someone to cut the cord.
That night, my workmates and I bumped into the lads and we had a fun night. Over the next couple of weeks, DH came into work, met me for lunch. He was a great friend, and a wonderful ear. He listened to all of my problems, but most of all, he listened to my hopes and dreams, my aspirations. The things that I hadn't spoken to my boyfriend about. It was a weird feeling. It was like we had known each other for a very long time.
Two weeks later, his friends decided to move on. Absolutely gutted, I sent him on his way. I thought about DH all that day. What if? But, of course, he was a backpacker and I was probably just a girl he met along the way.
I was surprised when he called me that night, and the next day, and the next. And then on day three, he told me that he had decided to leave the boys and jump on the next bus back to me! Wow! What? Hang on? Really? Yes! Yes! He said he wanted to come back to me and see how things panned out. I mean, it seemed like the perfect thing to do!
Within six months, we decided that was it, we were soul-mates, and got engaged in Melbourne. We then travelled to Ireland and lived in Dublin for a year. I was planning the wedding, set a date - then oops, pregnant. There was not an inkling that we panicked - although we agreed the timing was not right! So, with the wedding being put on hold, I stayed in Dublin until I was no longer able to fly. Marc had to wait until his visa was organised. I turned up at the Cairns airport, pregnant - my Mum and Dad cried happy/excited/shocked tears. They hadn't seen me for 18 months.
Marc arrived two weeks before I was rushed to hospital to have our baby (under very stressful circumstances - another blog post!).
Nine months later, we started planning the wedding again, and oops, pregnant. With two babies under 17 months, I panicked and developed post-natal depression. Oooooh, it was bad. I was so bad, suicidal thoughts were gripping me. DH was AMAZING and I couldn't have pulled myself through it without him.
Just as everything was falling into place, I tried again to plan our wedding. One day, I quipped "Let's have another baby!!". And well, pregnant.
When all of the kids were old enough, I decided it was the time to make this family complete, and organised our wedding. It was small, 50 special guests at a beautiful resort in Far North Queensland. The kids were in our bridal party and our family was complete. Finally!
That was two and a half years ago, and I feel like life is passing us by so quickly.
You wake up in the morning, get ready for work, get the kids organised for school.... and before you know it, it's time to get dinner ready, do organise kids for school, get the kids to bed, and then..... fall into a heap. Life is going way to fast for my liking! Monday all of a sudden turns into Monday again.... and you are another week older!
With life passing by, it's easy to forget the important things, you get consumed with dull and monotonous day-to-day tasks. So I have developed a plan of attack in order to appreciate my husband and show him how much I actually love and cherish him.
Slow down and enjoy time together. Stop rushing through moments. Take time to relax and savour couple time.
Transform routine activities into romantic encounters. Being romantic doesn't have to mean expensive holidays or using special occasions to celebrate. Once a week, have a candlelit dinner.
Maintain our sense of adventure. Explore new things together. Create new memories instead of reliving old ones or being stuck in a routine.
Valentines Day is going to be celebrated this year!
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