The weather today has been gorgeous. Sunny and quite unexpectedly warm for a day less than a week away from October.
It reminded me of this day in September, eight years ago when the weather was just as perfect (although slightly cooler).
This day, eight years ago, was the day that I said “I do” to the man that I knew from early on in our relationship I would spend the rest of my life with.
I don’t often mention him here. Not because I don’t think about him for most of my waking moments, but more because I don’t want to sound too smug, what with him being totally fabulous. From morning until night, coffee in bed to pyjama warming, I am a lucky girl.
This was taken on our honeymoon. We went back to Passage Peak on Hamilton Island, the place where he proposed to me, romantically on one knee and completely out of the blue. I still smile when I think about that day.
One thing that today has really brought home (as I was searching for a photo of the two of us) is the lack of photographs of me and my man. I make sure I’m in pics with the children now (which I was formally also guilty of not doing) but I think it’s time to get some up to date pics of me and him.