Saturday, 26 August 2017

An Alternative Love Letter

Dear Husband

When we met in a dodgy nightclub 14 years ago I was in my 20s. I wore wonderbras. I knew what was in the Top 40. I went out. SOMETIMES ON A TUESDAY! Imagine that! On an actual Tuesday. We met in a nightclub. I can't really remember the last time we went to a nightclub. In fact? I can't remember the last time we went out to somewhere other than the cinema. Where I fell asleep. And pretended I really loved the plot of whatever superhero film I reluctantly had agreed to go to.

We dated, we got married. We spent afternoons in lovely restaurants in the countryside. Saturday mornings were spent in bed watching DVDs and Friday nights we would have the odd cocktail. In fact I think we did? I don't quite remember. Because then we had kids. Our gorgeous, beautiful, crazy children. First the girl...then two years later the boy. And things changed. Nights were no longer spent with a cosmopolitan in one hand and the other tightly in yours. Nights were spent sleepless. Days were spent washing tiny baby gros and holidays meant somewhere grubby with soft play and a
kitchen. I changed. You changed. We changed. I became a moaner. You became the person that didn't put the washing on. We became parents.

So this little letter is to say that I still love you as much as the days of dancing around in nightclubs. I still love you as much as the time we went to Las Vegas and danced in the street. I still love you as much as the day I walked down the aisle. It's just that sometimes it's so bogged down by other things that you might find it hard to see. By nits, by playdates, by boilers breaking, by chicken pox, by arguments over whose turn it is to get up in the middle of the night. It's covered up with me shouting about stupid things and you arriving back home to a knackered grumpy woman that doesn't wear wonderbras anymore but probably should #boobsonknees

Despite my sometimes angry 'WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU COMING HOME' phone calls and whilst it doesn't always seem it, becoming parents has made us a better couple. Memories don't revolve around drunken antics but proud moments such as first steps, first days at school and those times I catch you swinging round both our kids with a huge smile on your face.

I can't promise that in the next year I won't row with you over who did the dishes last. Or get super cross when you leave it to me to do the packing. Again. I can pretty much guarantee there won't be home cooked meals most nights and I'm fairly sure that my legs may not be shaved from October to May. But I can promise you that I love you just as much as the first time I said it and I apologise in advance for sometimes being a bit of a d*ck.

Love Me xxx


  1. I met my husband in Zinc!!
    He asked if my knickers matched my red bra strap that was on show (they did!)
    He told me he was going commando (I checked, and he was!)
    15 years and 4 kids later we're still going strong. #BroadStreethusbandsrock xx

  2. Ah it's all true we change, but hopefully they are there through it all, another great blog x

  3. Nightclubs, with the benefit of age, are hugely over rated. That said, you do become a better person when you become a parent I think. Doesn't feel like it, as your letter makes clear, but I think you do.

  4. In a nutshell! However it would be nice to at least pretend to be that carefree again!

  5. You've summed up how our lives have changed perfectly. The parenting may seem relentless, but is so rewarding.
    I love your wedding dress, so pretty.


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