Last Sunday (incidentally the first in Advent) Martin made me cry.
He had already volunteered to make his lovely Cajun chicken with slow cooked shallots, tomatoes, mushrooms and chips so we already all thought he was wonderful.
Then as we sat down for lunch he got out some bucks fizz and a piece of paper.
this was strange and we wondered what he was up to.
He read out a speech telling us all how much he appreciated us, how proud he was of how much effort the girls had put into their studies, how Jonathan was maturing etc.etc. and how he didn’t tell us that often enough and how today he was going to celebrate his wonderful family by telling them that and cooking up a storm for dinner.
And he made me cry.
I have a new favourite song just now – it’s by Paul Bell and called What I Call Romance. It also makes me cry as I think that we too “are making love to last a life time” in the same sort of everyday ongoing way that he is talking about.
We will have been married twenty years this year and I’m glad that Martin can still make me cry.
