All this talk of Valentine’s Day has got me to thinking about the love in my life. It goes without saying (why do we always say that then proceed to say whatever it is?!) that my children are my greatest loves and I love them all dearly but of course they wouldn’t be here without their father, my husband.
It is not my intention to paint my husband as a Saint, although I’m sure he’ll tell you he is (primarily for putting up with me haha!) but he’s a good egg is he.
We’ve been together 10 years this year, married for 8 in April and whilst it feels like a lot longer sometimes (sorry hubby), I’d be lost without him.
He’s the other half of me. A cliché but together we make a great team he and I. We often do the whole “good cop/bad cop” when it comes to parenting, he’s the logic to my meltdown, the voice of reason when I’m “going off on one” and the man that I love.
We agreed way before we had children, that was never going to happen, nor marriage even, unless we were both sure it was for keeps, we were “slightly tipsy” at this particular conversation so forgive the “mush” (it is Valentine’s Day as I’m writing this after all) but our expression was “no cheating, no hurt, no lies until the wiggly worms”. We were of course 10 years younger than we are now haha and this phrase has been on every Valentine’s Day card written to each other since.
So the name of this blog post and of course all the pictures, Venice. My hubby took me there for a weekend in November last year. It was the very first time we’ve left the children and got on a plane without them. I can’t lie and tell you that I wasn’t a nervous wreck before going because I was. “What if we die? what if the plane crashes? who will have our children?” It’s my biggest fear leaving them. However, the “logic to my meltdown” assured me it would be ok and we’d survive and shaking from head to toe with fear I got on the plane. A few prosecco’s later and “what children?” only joking!! But we had such a lovely weekend. I’d forgotten how to be just us and it was just what I needed.
The weekend passed quickly but very perfectly despite the never ending rain whilst we were in Venice. We ate every meal out, our hotel was on the Grand Canal and just perfect, we did the typical touristy things; took a gondola ride, wandered around Piazza San Marco, visited the Guggenheim museum, went to the opera, and even had a drink (or two) at Harry’s Bar where we met and had a drink with the owner, well if it’s good enough for the likes of Ernest Hemingway, Charlie Chaplin, Alfred Hitchock, Orson Welles, Aristotle Onassis amongst many others…
On the flight home my hubby asked if I’d enjoyed and would I go away again. After a few more prosecco’s during the flight I said yes I would go somewhere again, so the next day he went and booked Prague for our anniversary in April! It’s only February and I’m already a nervous wreck thinking about leaving the children!
The reason for this blog post I hear you ask? Well, we might not be the perfect couple, we have faults of course we do, we’re human. There are times I’ll go potter in the garden and my hubby will take himself off for a round of golf after a disagreement but one thing’s for sure we love each other very much and I want our children, Tiggy, her brother’s too to know that and that we love them a whole lot more xoxo