Somehow You'd better go home, where it's warm

A lot of years ago, a lot of years more than I can possibly believe, I got married to this man on this day. 

I still remember the smiles on our faces, as I almost ran into the room where we got married,  I just wanted that ring on my finger, and my name to be his. 

We giggled our way through the ceremony, and welcomed our family and friends to our reception.  My Aunty repremanded me for standing with my hands on my back - "you look pregnant" she said.  Hmm, that would be because I was. 

The wedding was all planned before the Bump arrived.  I was having an episode - hey I've just realised, my episodes all seem to arrive around the same time maybe it is a winter thing.    The Doctor who was treating me at the time said "it will be kill or cure".  Don't cha just love an optimistic doctor. 

In my case it was cure. Pregnancy / Weddings / New Jobs / Moving house, each one increasing stress and I did all of them within a 4 month period. Go me. 

It was a lovely evening- we celebrated with our guests right til the end, waving them goodnight as they left the hotel, and the next day we took off to the Highlands of Scotland for a week of vomiting in other toilets instead of the ones at home :-) 

Today, I could have happily pushed him off the side of the banking.  He has man flu and his responses to me were all in keeping with a poor, sick, weary, man.    Thankfully however, my silence is more than a match for his man-flu-ness, and he is more back to himself.  

He should be well happy it was me he married - any other woman would have pushed.