Friday, March 16, 2007

Eighteen years

This time eighteen years ago I was at Madge's eighteenth birthday party in Sloanes nightclub, Swansea Marina. There I was, nicely fuzzy on extra strength cider, and I saw a beautiful but bored looking man on the edge of a dance floor and with the confidence that only a tiddly seventeen year old possesses, asked him to dance. The rest as they say is history.

Quite a few years, a near break up and three children later we are still here and it has by and large been great fun. Still mates, still my favourite person, the one I love to spend time with, the one who drives me nuts, makes me laugh, makes my day.
Here's to you V.


No comments: