When I started to blog, just a few years ago
And the size of my readership began to grow
My wife made one point perfectly clear:
If I wrote about her, I’d be out on my ear
Since then, I’ve mentioned her just once or twice
But I think you’ll agree I have always been nice
This blog, however, is all about her
I just hope by the end that my readers concur
I’ve said nothing amiss, I’ve done nothing wrong –
She never said anything about writing a song.
The reason this entry is about my dear wife
(apart from the fact she’s a huge part of my life)
Is that Monday will see the day thirteen years since
She turned in the church and said (with a wince)
‘Go on, I suppose, if no one else will’
And then we were married – and married we are still.
Thirteen years, you’ll agree, is a very long time
(I’d get less for murder… or a similar crime)
I’m joking, of course, it’s gone rather well
We rarely disagree, hardly shout, never yell
There’s a very good reason why we seldom fight:
I always back down – because she’s always right.
I met her at Uni, on my very first day
I thought she was nuts (she thought I was gay)
Ok, that’s not true, but since the end of that week
Barely a day has gone by, where we didn’t speak
She studied History, while I studied Law
I’d never met anyone like her before
She collected sheep – not real ones of course
She liked Agatha Christie, and Inspector Morse
She could play violin, the piano and sing
Charles I, strangely, was her favourite king
We watched the same movies, our tastes were alike
(despite her obsession with old Dick Van Dyke)
Her fave film of all time, bizarrely, was ‘Clue’
She was slightly fanatical about Scooby Doo
But otherwise our tastes would oft coincide
(leaving her musicals love to one side)
And when it came to music, I realised with glee
She owned a lot of the same albums as me
There were exceptions of course – she had Abba and Queen
Plus, she didn’t despise Ocean Colour Scene
But those little differences are what made us click
And she didn’t seem put off when I acted a prick
She humoured my nerdiness, embraced my weird
Suddenly, from nowhere, confidence appeared
By the time our first year came to an end
It was clear she’d become my very best friend.
When we first started dating, back in ‘99
I’d walk over to her house, she’d cycle to mine
I realised I loved her, and as that love grew
She took me to Edinburgh in 2002
It seemed like the right time to get down on one knee
And ask if she wouldn’t mind marrying me
Then two years later, on July Thirty-First
She agreed to have me, for better or worse
In sickness and health, ‘til death us do part
(despite her loud snoring, and the fact that I fart).
And now, nearly five thousand days later
I still don’t believe I could find someone greater
She’s my soulmate, my best friend, the love of my life
I’m so very lucky to have her as my wife
Since then she has given me two special boys
Our clean, quiet home, is now all mess and noise
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
As I think back to that bright July day
The boys can annoy us, make us want to scream
But at the end of the day, we’re a pretty good team
So, as I look forward to those years to come
Here’s to the perfect wife, best friend, and Mum
Happy Anniversary x
