Tuesday, 27 May 2014

...8 years on....the highs and the lows...digging deep...


 

 

Tomorrow, the 28th May, is Daddy and Mummy M's 8 year anniversary of meeting. Who would have thought 8 years ago that we would go from two single people, 'living it up' in Bournemouth...
Our first night out as a couple, celebrating my 20th
....to a happily married family with two children... all in 8 years., and living "up north".
 
I will go back to the start... we are one of the rare couples, that actually met on a night out... and no, no dating site used beforehand. I was out 'partying' with a friend, and he was dragged out by some of his house mates. My friend had decided to hitch up with a guy, so I was pretty much on my own whilst she was getting to know him, so under the influence of booze, we started conversation... just as we started to get talking more in depth... yes I know, still in a night club... my friend is involved in a scene, and is somehow booted out the club by the bouncers.... hmm... I started to go after her, but as she was still kicking off at another bouncer outside, I was kept back... so I took full advantage and grabbed Daddys mobile number. After that, I managed to follow my friend, who was also under the influence of alcohol, she didn't want to see me, as I didn't help out with the bouncer scenario. A quick phone call to another good friend Z, who was sober and at home, came to collect the original friend, so she was safe, and I headed back inside with Daddy, who had followed outside with me.  We then stayed in the club, chatting the night away, and oddly enough, no other drink was bought... until the club shut at 6am.... yep, we pulled an all nighter.
Daddy then met up with me that following evening in another bar, in Poole. And again more chatting, we started to really like each other.... but there was one thing... he said he was training to be an airline pilot, and I thought he was using it as a chat up line.... about 4 days after meeting, he had arranged to take me up in a small aircraft he was flying to gain his hours....

..now I am petrified of heights... and I still thought he could be bluffing... as we were sat on the airfield, he was going through a check list... why should a pilot need a list?? Should he not know what he is doing??... it was also a really hot day, and he was sweating buckets... I was becoming a nervous wreck... was he still bluffing?? Apparently all pilots have checklists for EVERYTHING, and they are used all the time... I now know this... We made it up in one piece... and I even got to handle the controls,daddy then took back over and we went all the way around the Isle of Wight...
...and I'm happy to say, we landed in one piece too. That drive back to his after the flight, we officially became girlfriend and boyfriend. Sounds childish really, but stuck in traffic, he nervously asked me, as he wanted it official. So sweet. We then became inseparable. I was working full time, with a well known bank, and he was gaining his various pilot licenses, living of training grants. When his training finished in Bournemouth, he was due to go back up to Manchester, but instead moved in with myself, and got a little part time temporary job driving an Iceland delivery truck, until his next set of exams a few months later. During this time, we became engaged..... in the space of 9 months. In those 9 months, we got snapped together a lot... and Daddy had hair... you will see that he has not a lot of hair now... I wonder if that's because he has lived 8 years with me??

Daddy became part of the family very quickly.. with my niece J

we never stopped our partying in the early days, this was captured in the back of a limo...

we also took advantage of being so close to the beach, with moonlit walks, and fireworks

and summer bbq's... at my sisters house warming party..
Shortly after we became engaged, Daddy got offered a job with an airline... we thought he would get Luton, so set up a flat there... instead he got Belfast. I moved 160 miles away from my family, and friends, and managed to get a transfer with work, whilst daddy was an airplane ride away... I reached bad times in those months.... and ended up with 'happy pills' from the dr. Daddy managed to get back most weekends, but with him not earning, (First 6 months is unpaid) my job was paying for 2 flats, it wasn't easy finding the spare cash for the tickets. With being so alone, and isolated, I took it out on our relationship, and became very demanding and embarrassingly jealous ... Daddy soon managed to get a transfer back to Luton, where we tried to patch things up.... we had some good times....
....city breaks to Barcelona and Berlin, as well as Palma, and a short stay in Murcia to see my nan... we were living a young couples dream...
 
...in Barcelona
 
...in Berlin
 ...he even managed to get me on Nemesis...he hasn't succeeded again though...

...and romantic getaways to the lake district....
 ...and family Christmas's... we realised we were both happier around our families...
Christmas 2008
we started setting wedding dates, then postponing due to finances... and it going around and around. Daddy soon found himself spiralling down too, as we were both so far from each others friends and families, and bad moods rub off. We decided to try an attempt at bringing back life into our relationship, and making another big move up to the Manchester area.
Again, I headed up first, getting a new job completely as I was unable to transfer, and set up home, whilst we waited for Daddy's transfer to complete.
just after moving up North, Daddy was already happier
Daddy even stayed with me after all my various hair styles... trying to find the real me, I somehow lost who I was....
Shortly after moving up North, we booked our wedding, and put money down this time, so it was set in stone, and the insecure me could relax a little. (Sounds silly really) And within a week of booking our wedding, we found out we weren't just going to be a couple anymore, but a family. We weren't the strongest of couples at this point. We were both worried about our future, but we shouldn't have. Mummy had a risky start, with a threat of miscarriage, so time off was given by the dr, and it cemented Daddy and Mummy. Daddy's transfer was finally in place, and we then moved to a bigger place where we could lay some roots. This was the turning point of our relationship, we went from kids acting immaturely, to adults, acting like adults...
In October 2009, 2 became 3...

and family meant so much more.. we were both happy, I was off the happy pills, the jealousy had stopped, and I found my true calling in life. I was born to be a mummy.. and a wife...
..with the happy times continuing and the fights disappearing, we got head deep into wedding planning and enjoying being a family...November 2010 came and the big day finally arrived..

 
There were no doubts, or 2nd thoughts on the day, and everyone commented on how happy we both looked... we are... we sorted our selves out, and Daddy was my rock that helped me get out of the dark place I was in, instead of doing a runner in the opposite direction.
And of course, after the wedding is the honeymoon... our families looked after little J for us, so we could enjoy being a couple again... and we sure did...

 
We then moved yet again, and in January 2012 little S arrived...
 
We are now a family of 4, our little unit. We are complete....
 
 
There is so many times at the Luton stage of our relationship, that we could have parted, but we stayed committed to each other, and have come out the other side, as happy as ever.. of course we have our moments, but they are less frequent now we have a dishwasher... no kidding, a lot of the arguments were over the washing up! We have two beautiful girls between us, 8 house moves under our belt, and many many, many happy memories...
 
THANKYOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME DADDY M XXX
Super Busy Mum

5 comments:

  1. Awe thats lovely, yeah me and m have arguments over the washing too

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  2. This is the nicest story. Every couple has their rough patches, but it's the ones that work through them instead of giving up at the first hurdle who will be strongest in the long run <3

    justrach.com xo

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  3. What a beautiful story.I wish you lots and lots more happy years ahead.

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  4. How cute is this post! Love it and great to see that you guys are so strong after so many years. Long may it continue! Thanks for linking up! #MMWBH xx

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