Today it’s been exactly one year since our first date.
I first made contact with Trevor on eHarmony, while lying on a beach in Mallorca drinking sangria. We met up pretty soon after I got back, one year ago today, and we drank way too much cider by the harbour in Bristol and giggled all night long. Trev missed his train back to Wales numerous times, and finally left Bristol in the early hours of the morning. I knew that evening that I’d see him again.
Ten days later I got a train to Wales, he met me in Cardiff, and we had dinner here, in the house I now call home. We drank way too much (again – noticing a theme here?) and I stayed the night. That night we were stupid, and Iris was made. It turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to me.
It’s been quite a whirlwind, this last year, and I’m sure some day I’ll tell you all about it. But right now I’m busy celebrating having the man of my dreams and a beautiful baby. I’m the luckiest person in the whole wide world.