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Happy Birthday

So today is my husbands birthday. And to continue this years tradition of missing birthdays, I won't be there to see him open his presents or read his cards cause I'm stuck in hospital. 

I thought that given today was his special day it was only fitting that I tell everyone how amazing my husband truly is and a bit about how we got together. 

 So the story begins in Nottingham, Arnold more specifically in a not very glamorous Asda store on the high street. I was 17 and had started working on the deli counter there in the evenings after 6th form college and at weekends and he was the dairy supervisor (and 6 years older than me- which all most caused my Dad a heart attack at the time!) 

 Being young and naive I never thought anything about the fact he would always get me to make him a pizza every time I was working- I just thought he loved pizza! I later found out that was a ruse to be able to come and chat to me. 

 We socialised in a big group after work and at the weekends as Asda was filled with youngsters earning pocket money but nothing ever happened until we had a store bowling night. 

 Having gone to a local bar that had a £1 a pint offer (this was the late 90's and 'up North') we were all a bit worse for wear by the time we went bowling. At the end of the night he came up to me and said (in a very slurred, drunken voice) "I really fancy you you know". We shared a kiss and a taxi home. 

 We met the next day for lunch and then everyday after that and the rest, as they say, is history. 

 Looking back I always knew he was 'the one'. He was my first and only true love and the last few years has been my rock.

 I don't know whether many men would put up with what he has. Speaking to women on the wards, lots of their husbands/boyfriends have left them cause they can't deal with their partner being so ill or can't cope with holding it all together while they spend long periods of time in hospital. 

 I've offered him a chance to get out as I'm pretty sure this was never what he signed up for nearly 15 years ago but the stubborn sod refuses to budge. We are both traditionalists at heart so the marriage vows 'for better, for worse, in sickness and in health' have been tested to their limit but continue to bind us together. 

I am proud to call him my husband. He has been by my side through thick and thin, slept in hospital corridors after my operations so that he could be near me after visiting times were over, been Dad and Mum at times to our kids...I could go on and on and on. 

 So darling. I may not be there but I will be thinking about you all day. 

 Happy Birthday! 

 NB x
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