I am thankful for this guy;
For putting up with SO much. Tears, tantrums, midnight wake ups. And that's just me.
For being an awesome dad to our kids, for those delicious french toast breakfasts, for still getting his assignments done on time and with such great results. For the times he's reassured me, and shared his own fears. For being honest. For just being an awesome human, who I am so blessed to have as my partner in life.
I fell in love with Owen when I was just a silly teenager back in the 90's. This skinny kid that my brother knew turned up at my best friend Becky's house one day. I thought he was cute cos he was athletic, he skated, bmx'd and was always up for a challenge with the boys. Oh and he had a really noisy car he drove all of Devonport crazy with (a matt black Mazda rotary) and he listened to Black Sabbath. Something pretty exciting for a wee naive christian girl like me. So I told all the girls I was in love with him. I was only 15. Aaaand I looked like this;
Hmm, a few improvements needed to catch a man...
Anyway, a few years went by and we became friends. And better friends. And I stopped looking like an idiot. And a long story short, he asked me out when I was 18.
3 months later we were engaged.
7 months later we were married. It was the best day of my life. Of our life.