I don’t write much about mine and Pad’s relationship, because I don’t think anyone really cares except me (and him). But I care a whole lot, so I guess that’s reason enough to write a soppy blog post once in a while. And it is Valentine’s Day on Sunday.
Here are the reasons I’m marrying you, Pad (in case you were wondering)…
You’re the smartest and most ambitious person I know, but you’re also the most humble and modest. I don’t think those three character traits are often found in one person, so you’re something special.
All the amazing small things you do for people, that you don’t talk about. That I know, if I talked about in any more detail, would make you all humble and awkward, so I won’t.
The fact you get just as equally excited as me when served up a good piece of steak.
That you know how to cook said steak, which means we save endless pennies on dining out.
Our extremely similar taste in movies and TV shows. Excluding the shitty British crime films you like, and the cheesy wedding shows I like.
How when I pull out an abstract ‘Friends’ quote, you get it. And sometimes, might even laugh. Although I’m pretty sure you’re throwing me a bone.
You always empty the bin.
You buy me flowers. Not just for birthdays, or for Valentine’s, but just for nothing. That’s kinda nice.
How, no matter how stupid I look crying on a plane during take-off and landing, you always hold my hand (even if my hand is covered in tears and snot). And, even more so, how when I fly on my own, you do everything you can from the ground beforehand to make me feel brave.
That time you paddled the canoe in Thailand when I was useless and being bitten by ants. Even though you were pissed off at me, you still didn’t throw me overboard, and that’s a big deal.
You challenge me and make me work harder, just by asking the right questions. I hope in 30 years, we’re still pushing each other to be the best we can be.
You are endlessly patient with me and my camera. I know I take too many photos when we travel. I know I stop in the middle of the street without warning just to get the right shot. I know it’s a pain when I set the camera on timer, and then forget to take off the lens cap. But when we’re old, we’ll have all these memories to look back on – so I love you for letting me ‘the annoying girl with the camera’.
I love that you are just as much of an adventurer as me. I don’t ever want us to be stuck or static, and I don’t think you’ll ever let that happen either.
Things I would like you to work on…
It’d be really great if you could watch more Frasier and more Disney. But that’s it – I promise.