Love

It was nine years ago today that I first met Mr K. I wrote about it last year  so I won't gush on again!
Except to say that I'm glad my mum made me get out of the car! Yes she insisted on taking me to the cafe and I have no doubt lurked about a bit outside to check my blind date didn't look like an axe murderer. I was on the verge of chickening out and she practically shoved me out of the car and on my way!!
I'm glad I got over the fact that I thought he was a midget! I was in three inch heels and walking on the pavement, he was walking next to me in the road so I appeared to be the same height as him. All I could think as we walked along was "he's so short, he lied on his profile, he's a midget, I'm only 5' 4" - I can't go out with someone shorter than me" 
As several of my friends will testify it took me a while to get over it!!
I'm glad I met him that day, I'm glad the Little Misses came along and turned us into a family, I'm glad to have nine years worth of happy memories.
And, most of all, I'm glad to love him and know that he loves me.