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Twenty years ago I asked my future husband out on a date. A group of us were going to a club and after a very serious campaign by my cousins, I nervously asked him to join us. The rest, as they say, is history. Since that fateful Saturday night in June 1994, my husband and I have not been apart for longer than five days - and that has only happened twice!

I remember very early on in the relationship thinking to myself that this was too good to be true and I actually had a small fling just to test the waters. Talk about self sabotage! Luckily I saw sense and in a few short weeks, nine I think it was, he proposed. A whirl wind romance. I doubted that he could keep up the constant adoration, the constant loving touch, the willingness to fulfil my every desire. He of course told me straight out that this was the way he rolled and that nothing would ever change. So has it?

Sometimes I find myself pushing him away. "For Gods Sake" I exclaim,"can I just walk past without you grabbing me?" Even now as I write this he has been in to tell me he is going for a bike ride, showered me with kisses, told me I am the sexiest woman alive (as I sit in daggy trackies, no makeup, white hair horribly askew - from bed, wearing pink "Aldi" Ugg boots) squeezed my over sized butt twelve times and taken off for his ride. How dare I complain. I have no right. This man is the most loyal, loving and supportive man I know. I joke about how he could write a book - a hand book - for all those poor male souls who have no clue. I would never have to work again!!

In saying that....he drives me to distraction! No relationship is easy. If it is, it's empty. We have faced our fair share of challenges. There have been times when I haven't liked him very much, but I have always loved him. Apart from the bond of love, we rarely agree on anything. Our relationship has been based on compromises, learning and teaching and acceptance of all the shit we can't change about each other. However, it would seem that over the years our likes and dislikes have melded into some common ground and it feels like we have a new relationship beginning again. A relationship with twenty years of trust behind it and a deep sense of who we are - separately, together.

I for one, am up for another twenty years, and excited as to what will come next.
Happy Anniversary My Darling. xxx

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  1. Unknown14 June 2014 at 22:01

    Happy anniversary to two of my absolutely favorite people. Xxxx

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