Four years ago today, Tom and I were standing in front of our friends and family, talking of climbing mountains and fighting tigers (that’s what happens when you write you own vows;) We met in the love of one another and danced haphazardly to cheesy songs.
Looking back over these photos had me smiling at all the little things. After all, the wedding is a pretty little thing: the champagne and the frisbee, the sunburnt photos and the drunken hugs. But the life together is a far bigger deal.
I’ve spent fourteen years with this guy, and life is all the sweeter for it. With him, the smallest trip is an adventure, and the tiny things in life feel important. We’re a team. Sure he’d fight that tiger for me, but we’d be more likely to take it on together. Tom has shown me the value of listening (he always does a better job of it than I do) and the magic of challenging ideas.
I love being with someone as geeky about the outdoors as I am. Our first road trip down to Cornwall, I remember insisting that he take a proper look at the clouds and agree to their awesomeness. Now he’s always giving me snippets, about the Latin for badger, or the origin of a holloway.
I want to climb more mountains, ride more miles, and spend more hours just sitting by the fire with this guy. I love him, he is my best and most awesome. Thank you for marrying me Tom (and sorry I was a little late!)