20 Sep 2009
When Girl Wed Boy - Chapter 23.
Having been a blogger for a lot longer than myself, it generally falls to Hubby to let the world know that it's our wedding anniversary but this year that honour goes to me.
Where to begin, what to say? For Hubby does this sort of thing so much better as he's the one blessed with words, he's the romantic one.
Our story began in June 1984 when girl met boy, girl and boy dated, girl and boy fell in love and boy (didn't ) propose - that's a whole other story though.
Then, just over two years later, twenty three years ago at 11 o' clock on the 20th of September 1986 girl and boy married in front of family and friends in St. Matthew's Church, Newbottle, Houghton-Le-Spring.
Ours was a simple wedding, quite traditional but made very special by so many people who gave so freely of their time and talents. Friends like Penny who made my dress, David who did all the wonderful flowers, Eric who took our photographs and Vicar's wife, Hilary, who made the cake.
Married life certainly didn't start well for us. Our first year seeing me have a serious accident, Hubby be made redundant from work not once, not twice but three times and then us loose our very first home together. Not exactly a good start but whoever said "What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger" (or something like that) might well have wrote that with us in mind.
Still, things could only get better, right? Well, yes and no but through it all we have remained strong as a couple, always facing the worst, as well as the best, together.
So do I regret our twenty three years as man and wife? Not at all, for today I can still honestly say that Neal is the man I love, my rock, the person I look to before all others, the person I feel safest with, the person to whom I'd trust my life and, just as importantly, the person who I know loves me because of/despite me being me.
So here's to twenty four years of married life and a whole new chapter in 'When girl wed boy'.