We threw our sticks in the creek over Pooh Bridge in East Sussex, we stood together arm in arm in the pitch black night marveling at the stars that are usually hidden from our view. We’ve been stopped on the road by bulls and cows, sheep and horses. We walked 1/4 mile home on a road with hedges 10 ft on either side of us from a pub where I chatted with a man whose pictures adorned the walls. When I walked over to ask him if he was the same man in the photos his crooked tooth grin gave him away as he shook my hand. Memories I will not soon forget.
I did not mean to command the reigns, but according to Martin, I was so adamant about what made logical sense to me that he gave in both situations I mentioned only to find out later that I was wrong. For Martin it was my persistence that made him relent. Twice was enough for him. I said I didn’t want a lap dog. I said I wanted a man who knew how to lead. Did I say that? Oh boy, I did.
So quietly, I’m sitting alone in this beautiful room wondering what it must have been like to live here long ago. Honestly I can’t quite imagine it. Even with the waiter bringing me my own coffee pot with lumpy squares of raw sugar and cookies and treating me like a lady, I still can’t imagine how it must have felt to have nothing to do all day but be waited on and look at beautiful things and read books.
My trip as been amazing as well. We attended the Proms in Hyde Park. I waved my Union Jack flag and bopped up and down with the rest of the Brits singing Land of Hope and Glory and Rule Britannia. We’ve had our first fight. Our first make-up session. I got to cook him a meal that he loved. Every so often I look over at him not believing that I’m actually here WITH him. But at the same time it has taken no time at all for us to feel as if we’d been here all along, right by each other’s side.
Went to dinner with my sister and her family and my mom and her partner tonight. We met at my mom’s new house where we got a tour of all […]