This week Mr B and I celebrate our 9th wedding anniversary. Those 9 years have flown by and it only feels like yesterday I was saying I do.
The day I met Mr B I knew I would one day meet him at the end of the aisle. You get a feeling about someone and I had that feeling. I was welcomed with open arms into his family and it just felt right.
Mr B has been off this week due to a few health issues and it’s been so nice just spending one on one time with him whilst G and H have been at school. We haven’t done anything out of the ordinary. Most days I’ve been welcomed with a cup of tea on retuning from the school run and we have laid on the sofa for 4 days out of the 5 he was off, watching rubbish daytime TV. It’s been wonderful to do nothing.
I am so lucky to have Mr B. He really is one in a million and I wouldn’t change him for the world. He has been my rock through my cancer diagnosis and he is always with me at appointments and check-ups. Even now, when it’s literally a check over he is still there, I tell him not to bother but when push comes to shove deep down I am glad he is.
It’s sounds silly, but I still get those butterflies every time he walks in to a room. He makes me feel loved and he looks after me in the best way possible. I adore him and I’m so happy and thankful he chose me.