4 Blissful Years

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It’s been four years since my love and I said the big ‘L’ word.

After a night at a questionable rave and spending the next 3 nights talking about our life plan together and putting the world to right, it seemed only natural that we’d be inseparable thereafter.

Much to the dislike of his friend group as it would seem a friend of his I’d been seeing for four weeks, and with whom I’d broken up with due to him being an arsehole, before I’d even had Dan in my peripheral, decided to tell the world of our ‘betrayal’ and how we’d ‘gone behind his back’. Even though Dan had taken him out for a drink and said he’d like to take me out – future tense. It’s a shame his friends thought that little of him to ALL turn their backs bar 2. But I’m grateful for his ‘selfish’ sacrifice to chose our life together over them, after they all chose a lie over him. Thankfully my friends seem to like him more than me and when we first got together I’d get messages from them asking to ask Dan to come out with them. – Don’t mind me guys! 😅

In these four years he’s grown into an incredible man, father and friend and I would be lost without him.

4 house moves, two children and 4 chickens – He’s my constant, the Apple in my children’s eyes and gives me more reasons to laugh than cry so as far as I’m concerned, I’m guna chalk that up as a win.

My love, my bud, my ultimate co-Netflixer, my favourite new Dad of 2017. All round good guy, song bird of our generation and all-time fave. – not to mention the laughs, excessive reasons to eye-roll, the endless cleaning of pasta sauce off the ceiling and your offensively fit face.
Thank you for being born so we can love you. I’m so glad I found you in my fridge all those years ago.

“It’s not everyday you tell someone you’re in love with them after 2 days.” – Dan Bliss ’13

I’m a lucky lady to have found you and to have you by my side on this incredible adventure.

You have my whole ❤️

H x

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Warm fuzzy Bliss

So I figured as I’m currently in the ‘warm fuzzy’ point of the day, where I’ve just put my eldest to bed and she’s voluntarily kissed my forehead telling me she loves me more than the world, that right now is a better place to start than any.

(Although it could just be the glass of bubbles I’ve just poured…)

Motherhood is tough, it really isn’t for sissies and you need to be thick skinned – mostly, I’ve learnt, for the moments I’ve been faced with recently like when my 2.5 year old has told me she doesn’t want to be my best friend ever again or that once again, Daddy is flavour of the moment for both of them!

In all fairness, Daddy is always flavour of the moment. They’re his kryptonite and one look from them seems to ignite an irrational emotion in him that has been completely absent till now – Tears from just looking at our sons tiny hand or after he’s put our daughter to bed and she’s been heart wrenchingly cute. So obviously his threats are empty as he gives in to their every whim. It really is true what they say, girls wrap their Daddys around their little fingers. Although in this case, even our sons fingers are causing him to surrender into a ball of warm, fuzzy Bliss.

Meanwhile I’m bad cop for even implying that our daughter can’t go to bed wearing a dress she’s been wearing all day. Daddy put her to bed so naturally when I went to check on her she had it on under her pyjamas.. and that right their is his answer for ‘negotiation’ something essential in all parenting journeys.

And so I think I’ll end it there, before the warm fuzz wears off thinking of what impractical choice of nightwear she’ll be in tomorrow night. 😅

cheers 🥂,

H x

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