Andrew – Dan and Nats Wedding
It’s Andrew’s BIRTHDAY! Woo! I have publicly dedicated this blog entry to him, so be warned, I’m about to grace you with one of those nauseous, public displays of “she’s one of those people I cross off my news feed, bore off” type post. You’re about to delve into the gooey, nauseating depths of my mind, so if this stuff makes you want to tell me to “do one”, I suggest for the sake of our friendship, you stop reading about here (unless you’re on the fence about hitting the “delete/unfriend” button, then perhaps this could be the last straw). If however, you wish for some insight into why I am so dedicated to this remarkable man, then please, read on!
Dear Andrew, my incredibly wonderful and extraordinarily patient, tolerant and kind boyfriend. I wanted to write you something poetic for your birthday, but found myself restricted to cheesy rhyming words, which did not allow me to freely depict how much you really mean to me, so I decided to pour my heart into this; what should be a short passage, but knowing me very well, will be like the answer to an essay question (last minute, wordy and excellent).
I’m not going to pretend that I wake up everyday realising how lucky I am, or that we are the world’s greatest couple, far from it actually. With the weather being so hot recently, I’m going to bed most nights flustered and sweaty (with you seething about my insistence for the extra extra thick carpet), so the lack of sleep, if anything, makes us both unbearable in the mornings. That said I do know how lucky I am, especially when I sit and reflect during times like this. I’m not lucky because you love me, or because you respect me. Neither because you treat me well nor because make me happy.
They’re all expected.
Always fooling around
I’m lucky because you try to understand me (some days you have to try extra hard, which I am fully aware is not without effort), because you’re composed when I’m losing it, because you can compromise when we disagree, because you make a conscious effort to do all the small things that does not go unnoticed, like get out of bed every single morning and bring me a cup of tea (most mornings whilst still half asleep), buy me a flower for no reason, other than because you have spare change in your pocket, run me a bath when I feel stressed, or unwell, offer to feed me when I’m being grumpy, eat my leftovers and pay for me to have something fresh for lunch, because I struggle to eat the same thing twice in a row. It does not go unnoticed that you always do all the washing (clothes and dishes) without ever complaining, or that you pick up Whiskee’s poop so I don’t have to. You write down all the things that you notice I take an interest in or think I’d want on the iPhone app that you think, I don’t know about, and you put up with the public commentary I seem to run about our life (like now). It’s the little things, every single day that you do which makes being with you so phenomenal. I’m lucky because you support my decisions and encourage my dreams no matter how far out of reach they seem to be. I’m lucky because you are a remarkable judge of character and your closest friends are all inspiring and wonderful.
I know how hard work I must be from time to time, and it can’t be easy to be with someone who internalises everything to the point of imploding. Who finds it easier to write personal things down than talk them through (as demonstrated here), but will jabber on endlessly about randomness. I am aware of my flaws, as you are too, and I love you because you don’t throw them in my face when we fall out. It would be deluded of me to tell you that I’m never going to let you down, or that I will always love you and will never leave you. Those are things that I cannot be certain of and I can only hope they always hold true. However, I can promise you that as long as I am committed to you, I will never dishonour or disrespect you, deceive or deny you of the person you deserve. And should that commitment ever change, I will always be open about it to you.
Andrew with Sofia – a natural with the kids
I am a better version of me because of you, better because I want to be the very best that I can be for you (although I haven’t quite gotten there yet). I’m still a massive work in progress. You however, are perfect for me, undoubtedly, a gentleman, gracious and caring, forgiving and dependable. Do not ever change a single thing (except for the points we’ve discussed already). It baffles and bewilders me how calm you remain when I’m hysterical (and yet freak out because you were going 32mph in a 30 zone!), how great you are at managing your finances (and when you get arsy when I wait for a reminder then a red letter before I pay a bill) and how you don’t mind turning up 45 minutes early (whereas I always plan it so I’m just in time). But all these little quirks, have made me a tiny bit better (I am now very chilled (and act hysterical in private), slow down when you’re in the car, or don’t moan about your slow driving, hide the bills and none of the clocks in our house tell time consistently). Like I said, still a work in progress.
Andrew’s super organisation skills – suitcase map
Dr. Seuss said that “you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams”, he sounds like he had insomnia. I sleep really well at night. But I know I must love you because your happiness is essential to mine, and because I would share my wealth with you, my health with you and my soul with you. So when we have our disagreements, and I’m going off on one like a psycho on the blob, I hope you can turn to this to remind you how much you mean to me, and to find the strength to power through my exuberant rage, relentless outbursts and irrationality (which doesn’t happen as often anymore). You are my world!
I want to wish you a very happy birthday, which of course, without this day you wouldn’t be here, and I would be the version of me that existed before you arrived, which was significantly more psycho than the me today.
Gemia Island – Paradise!