This blog started because I love reading love stories. Real ones. The ones that make you giddy because you know they're true.
I'm not talking Fifty Shades of Grey, Twilight, angst and yearning rubbish. In fact, if that's what you're after, you may as well press the little X in the corner of your screen.
I'm talking real. I've always loved these love stories and I realised not too long ago I have my own to share.
My story is good too, believe me. Sometimes we're the coolest people to be around, sometimes we're apart when I travel for work and sometimes it's mundane but then sometimes I look at him and love him so much I want to squeeze his cheeks so hard they bleed (trust me, it's more romantic than it sounds). They're the moments I want to share. We have something pretty special, I knew it when we met and I'm sharing it so people know it exists.
It's not always sunshine and rainbows but it's never unbearable. Sometimes it requires more attention than we are able to give but it's worth it everyday.
I'll be getting married on 16 November, that's 8 days from now. I'll share some of that special day with you but what I really want to share is our first year of marriage. The 'hardest' apparently. I'm not expecting it to be hard or boring or easy or mad. I don't hold on to other's expectations. That's just silly.
I'm just going to keep on loving the man who continually makes me laugh and pray and hope we get it right.
I want people to know what is actually real and true. I found love at 20 (when we first met) but others find it at 17, 36, 74 and plenty more. There's no rule or deadline. There are way too many negative articles and books on love and marriage and quite frankly I'm not buying in to them anymore. They can't be helping people love. All they do is fuel an angry fire. You don't have to live on those grounds. Live your own love but in the meantime, I'll be sharing mine.