I mentioned yesterday briefly about my family, so it’s time to introduce them.
I’ve been married to G for 6 years now. We met when she was visiting a mutual friend 12 years ago. We bumped into each other in the pub, had a chat, went onto a club, and slowly met up again a few times. I lived in Kent, she in Berkshire, so the trains and motorways helped our feldgling romance.
Our first official date was at a friend’s wedding reception – if G could put up with my friends then she could put up with anything. And things never looked back. We had a fantastic wedding, surrounded by friends and relatives from near and afar – G comes from Wales.
G is my rock. She understands me, I think, and allows me to have my whims. In return I promise not to push things too far with regards to sporting or social occasions.
Four years ago S came along. She is the apple of my eye, my little princess, and although mischievous at times, she is a very good girl. She is growing up quickly, and can’t wait to start school in September. She has been to nursery since 8 months old, and 5 of her friends will be joining her at school, spread over 3 classes.
A couple of weeks after S starts school, G is due to give birth to our new arrival. We can’t wait. Another mouth to feed, but a new play partner for S, in years to come. We always wanted two, didn’t want S to be an only child.
At the age of 40 I will feel old being a new Dad again, but I’m sure that my children will keep me feeling young as well.
