Three years and counting!!!!

This weekend 3 years ago James and I started seeing each other.

How exciting!

The reason I say this weekend is because our actual anniversary is the 29th February.

Which doesn't exist this year,

so we decided to have an anniversary weekend to celebrate!

It all started in Vilnius, Lithuania.

I was travelling through Eastern Europe and after a very long journey arrived at my hostel.

Which at the time was going under the name of VB Sleep Inn.

I remember being really tired and cranky after my 12 hour bus journey from Vilnius and

when I arrived at the hostel there was this man sprawled on the floor of my dorm asleep.

Little did I know as I cursed him for being in my way that I would be dating him six months later!

Anyhow....

To fast forward a few months....

I started to suspect that James had a crush on me...

Like the time he dragged me across the dancefloor...

But he denied it, so I ignored it...

Then people started to comment on what a lovely couple we made...

even though we weren't a couple...

Then one evening....

We realised that we have a lot in common

and

we kissed and decided to give things a go

to see if anything happened...

We tried (poorly) to keep it all a secret

But

Everyone knew.

Very quickly.

Which became very apparent when we went away with friends for a weekend.

And they kept calling us boyfriend and girlfriend

despite our constant denials

So we came clean...

And shouted it from the rooftops.

And danced in the street

because we were so happy

Soon the time came to pack up and leave.

So we came to Galway

and settled down for a while.

We made some new friends

Got some new jobs

and settled into the world of boyfriend-girlfriend.

It has been a great world!

Full of fun

.Full of travel

Full of romance

Full of strange sightings

Like flying cows

And plastic children that look like they could be our children

But the thing we've had most of all over the past three years.

Is cake.

Definitely cake

But hey,

Three years is definitely worth celebrating.

So, here is to more cake!

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