Thirty five years ago, on the 8th of April 1978, I married the man of my dreams; tall, blonde (okay, light brown) hair, the most beautiful blue eyes and a really good frame that has changed very little over the years between. I could not believe I had met and then was lucky enough to marry my Prince Charming, the man I planned to spend the rest of my life with, the man that would be such a wonderful Dad to four of the most handsome young men, Pop to seven of the cutest little grandchildren and still stand beside me and tell me often how much he loves me. I have written about him before in a previous post, You are My Inspiration.
He has enabled and encouraged me to live in the world, to become the person I am and despite all the ups and downs of our lives, still remain committed to that promise we made each other all those years ago. I have always thought myself the luckiest person in the world to be married to such a giving, caring man. The first best day of my life, the birth of each of our sons being the best days that followed.