It was on a sticky, summer’s night when Dave and I were dancing up a storm at the Story Bridge Hotel that I realised he was the one.
It was Australia Day 2001.
Earlier that day, my sister and I had waited outside my house for my then new boyfriend, Dave, to pick us up. We were headed for the hotel’s annual cockroach races. Romantic, I know.
Dave and I had been dating for a little over a month and my sister was the first of my family to meet him. My stomach was full of butterflies – excited about seeing Dave again and nervous about whether my sister would like him.
Before long, Dave rocked up out the front of mine in his banged up, beige Kingswood. I slid in beside him on the bench seat, while my sister hopped in the back.
I looked over at him and melted.
He smiled at me with his signature crooked smile and kind yet mischievous, brown eyes. He wore an earring in his ear, a white fabric bracelet on his wrist, beads around his neck, and a small outdoorsy hat on his head.
He was so … Kiwi 🙂 So different to anyone I had ever met before. So what I needed.
The afternoon started cruisy enough with us sitting on some bleachers at the hotel sinking a few quiet coldies and getting to know each other.
By nightfall, the beers had well and truly kicked in. We were sweating as we burned up the dance floor. Something extremely Aussie like Men at Work or the Oils was probably playing.
My sister danced on a tabletop nearby as Dave and I shared one sweaty kiss after another. I don’t know whether it was the beer, or the seal of approval from my sister, but at this moment I knew that he was the one.
Some people have checklists when they are searching for their soul mate. I never had one of those, but there have definitely been moments in our time together when I have thought, yep, this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Little moments that cemented in my mind that he was the one.
Here are a few of these little moments:
- When he revealed he was a Party of Five and Dawson’s Creek tragic.
- When we did the long distance thing and he sent home from Dublin a sketch he had done of the church spire he looked at in the evenings while thinking of me. We could now look at the same spire and think of each other.
- When he wrote me hilarious email after hilarious email, his awesome story telling (or shit talking as Dave would say) skills at their best.
- When we travelled Europe, the UK, and the US spending 24 hours a day seven days a week together and didn’t get sick of each other.
- When I said to him we should do a choreographed dance to Beyonce’s Crazy in Love for our wedding dance and he said, Bring it!
And then after we married:
- When he shed a tear at our wedding.
- When he told me that it didn’t matter if we could never have a baby because we had each other.
- When I held him in my arms eight months pregnant with our first child as he mourned the loss of his father.
- When he designed and built our house despite doubt from people around us.
- When we shared tears of happiness when our first daughter was born and then again with our second.
- When he changed his career to support our family.
- When we make sure we never go to sleep on an argument.
- When we bring out the best, not the worst in each other.
Ahh, who am I kidding? Every day, every single day, this man of mine reminds me why he is the one, why he was worth waiting for, and why I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with him.
Happy fifth wedding anniversary, Davey x