It’s time for my annual mushy post. I figure I’m allowed one of these once a year to celebrate the wonder that is husbandface. 3 years ago now I walked down an aisle grinning inanely at my husband to be as he stared at the ceiling and tried not to cry. 3 years of stumbling through this life together holding hands and being held tight through the storms and calms that events have brought to us.
We seem to like doing life changing stressful events at the end of each year. Year 1 we got married and moved in together, he changed jobs and we moved house at the end of it. Year 2 we lived through his mum dying of cancer and storms threatened to engulf us. Year 3 I got a crazy weird job, gave it up, was pregnant through it all and our beautiful son was born. Not an easy year by any stretch of the imagination, I think I’ve soaked more of his jumpers in tears than ever before this year, and that’s saying something.
I stand by what I wrote last year. I have deeply loved walking through another year holding on tight to each other and being held together by our Maker and friend. I’m in awe of what a great Dad he’s already making and am so so grateful for our life together. So as ever, raise your glasses to husbandface. He’s brilliant.