Whenever my stomach is throwing a fit, and Julien puts his hand on it, it actually helps. I don’t think he has magical powers - but it calms me down when he does that, and anxiety makes any digestive problems much worse. It’s very comforting that he’s there with me through this horrible time.
Woke Julien up at 3.30am this morning. “Surprise! We’re going to Rome!” 7 years together next week. Damn. #anniversary #husband #love
Julien slept 1-2 hours before me, but I’m letting him sleep in until the last possible second (like I always do) before I wake him up. If someone accuses me (explicitly or implicitly) of not loving him - I’m punching them in the face.
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I am in tears as I type this, I’m trying out listening to Tibetan Singing Bowls to help me fall asleep and I put it on then went to pee and when I came back to my room the husband was looking around really worried and I asked him what was wrong and he said “do you hear that ringing noise” all scared HAHAHAHAHAHA IT WAS BLOODY HILARIOUS YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN HIS FACE
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Seven years ago today, I saw my husband for the very first time. Of these seven years, we were just friends for only three of those months. We went from complete strangers, to casual friends, to best friends, to a couple in three months.
He first proposed to me four months after we started dating. I was two months shy of turning eighteen and I thought “Fuck. He’s not messing about is he?!”
We ended up getting married in June 2010. Four years after he first proposed. There were a lot of obstacles, but through it all, Julien made sure I knew that he would always put me first, that there was nothing he wouldn’t give up for me. It meant the world to me and strengthened our relationship - there’s not much that rocks this boat, and I’m so thankful for that.
I honestly can’t believe it’s been seven years. It’s flown by. That scares me because I’m always asking myself if I’m making the best of all the time we have together, I mean, you never know when it’s gonna end. I’m morbid like that. But he’ll hold my hand and kiss my forehead and everything’s OK.
I know you check my blog and I know you’ll see this. I love you, Julien. More than anyone or anything else in this world. I will never be able to tell you how much you mean to me. You’ve kept me sane through all the pain, especially this past year and a half. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I miss you. Come home soon, sexypants. I’m not going to bed without you.
Currently in the car on the way to work. Been having the shittiest morning. I’m barking at other people’s driving, snapping at Julien for no reason, basically acting like lovely ladies do.
Julien’s driving and I see him grab his phone and mess about and I roll my eyes and then I hear “Settle down with me…”
I most definitely married the right man.
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This Friday, 7th December, marks exactly 7 years since the day that I first met Julien.
We were talking about it the other day. I remember it so vividly. It’s such a cliche to say I fell in love with him at first sight. I don’t think I did. Honestly.
He wasn’t dressed to impress - he didn’t care about his appearance back then. I remember wondering who he was because I’d never seen him. He turned around and we caught each others’ eyes and that was the end of me.
He had (still does!) such beautiful brown eyes and I remember thinking, “Holy fuck.” I had NEVER seen eyes as kind as his. I still haven’t seen anything like them.
I didn’t fall in love with HIM at first sight but those eyes… I couldn’t get them out of my mind. The rest, as they say, is history.
7 years on, his eyes can still make me stop in my tracks. They calm me down and make my heart beat faster at the same time. It’s insane, it’s illogical, and I can try endlessly to explain it but it still won’t make any sense.
All I can say for certain is that I am so grateful I looked into his eyes that night.
Excuse my gushing. I apologise for the pukefest. After 5 years of seeing each other every single day, we spent a week on separate continents and with the anniversary of the day we met coming up, I’m extra emotional.
I want to give him something special (get your mind out of the gutter - that’s a given so no point suggesting it) but I have absolutely no idea what to do/get. I have 6 days. Fuck.
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Breakfast with my daddy & my hubby. I need the big brother & the brother-in-law to complete the collection of men in my life. #father #husband #family #breakfast
One of the things I missed the most - waking up to this face. #husband #love #content
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