It's the school Easter holidays and I have 4 of my 5 children here. It's lovely.
The thing I'm struggling with at the moment is my youngest son, who is 9, going on 15. He can be very challenging and yesterday, I was so very close to roaring at him over something as simple as a chicken pie. Typing that now, it seems ridiculous that I let myself get so wound up over it, but I did. I knew I was ready to explode and went and sat in the garden on my own to try and a) make sense of what was happening, and b) calm down. I was unable to achieve "a", but I did eventually manage "b", thanks to my wife for her intervention in our row.
Today is my eleventh wedding anniversary and I feel like a very blessed person indeed. My wife is (in no particular order) beautiful, kind, funny, sexy as hell, my best friend, my confidante and last of all - the person with whom I am looking forward to growing old with. I adore her.
I will make her a nice breakfast when she wakes this morning and have booked a table at a lovely Italian restaurant nearby for a special meal tonight. Our hot tub is up to heat and there is a bottle of prosecco in the fridge. I foresee a nice evening ahead.
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