Friday, 30 September 2011


I’ve not got much to say, for once. It’s all fairly simple.

I started going out with him when I was 17 and he was a 24-year-old lorry driver. I had no idea when I met him that he’d turn out to be the strongest, kindest man I know. 

My mum wasn’t overly pleased at the age difference, as you can imagine. I think she suspected him of being some sort of pervert. She was right, he was. But she soon realised he was also a keeper.

I’m glad I kept him. 

There’s really not a lot else I was right about when I was 17. Today, 22 years later, and on the occasion of our 16th wedding anniversary, I know he was the best decision I’ve ever made.

The sight of my daughter walking along the street with her funny little splay-footed gait, and her Stevie-Wonder bobbly head going from side to side, gripping his hand tightly, still makes me happier than just about anything else in the world.

On the darkest days, he’s been there. On the brightest days, he’s been there. He's the one I turn to when I laugh and when I cry. He's the only man I've ever loved. And in an uncertain world, with a daughter who faces an uncertain future, he’s the thing I’m most certain of.

Song is Kathryn Williams - Old Low Light #2

Video is Aretha Franklin - Dr Feelgood (Love Is A Serious Business). Good God Almighty!

1 comment:

  1. You always bring a tear to my eye.

    Many congrats on such a strong, lasting relationship. Few are as lucky as you.