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Happy anniversary to us!

Image may contain: 2 people, people smiling, beard, selfie and close-upCan you believe it? It has been a year since Stuart and I went on our first date!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY STU!!

A year, a whole year, and oh what a wonderful year it has been!

It is a funny world, had you told me this time last year that I would be living with a man in twelve months I would have thought you were as bonkers as a box of frogs. Fast forward 12 months and I am living in domestic blitz with the most wonderful gentleman.

Our first date was very nearly our last date. We met at a bar after I had finished work.  Stu had chosen to sit on some high bar stools at the bar, which is fine if it weren't for the fact that he suffers from vertigo, especially on backless stools! So while he was trying to balance and not faint I assumed that he was not interested in our date.  The bar stools of choice were not very comfortable and made my bum quite numb. About an hour in I got fed up of the stools and his lack of conversation, and asked if we could sit on a couch instead. (I was going to finish my drink, and finish it in comfort!)  It is amazing how much a change of seat can change a conversation. He started to talk, and was quite interesting! Imagine if I had just drank my drink a bit faster and left rather than not change seat? There would be no Stu and Lu.... yes... we sound like cartoon characters but we embrace it....


   

The last year has been a whirlwind year for us both. Like every other couple in the world we have had our ups and our downs, our laughter and our tears. I guess what I like most is that we did all of those things as a wee team. I know I am his number 1, and he knows that he is mine.

 Who knows what our future will bring, but I can take a guess that it will be one of fun, laughter, and love. And lots of Ireland. That boy really does love his trips to Ireland!!


Thank you, Stuart for one of the best years of my life (I say one of the best because that year of backpacking was pretty fricking awesome and a close contender to the title). Thank you for the fun, the adventures, the laughter and the love.  Thank you for the hugs when I need them and for giving me a shoulder to cry on or lean on for support when I needed that too. Thank you for finally putting my family's worries to rest that I will wander aimlessly forever! They love you already and you are already a part of our family.  I am so excited to see where the story of Stu and Lu goes... as first chapters go, ours has been pretty engrossing! 

Love, Lu x


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