(Apologies in advance. This one *will* get soppy.)
The person I’m writing about this evening is the person I love in a different way to everyone else on the list. He’s the person who I spend the most time with. He’s the person who shares in my highest points and my lowest moments. Who sees me all dolled up and working a room, or slouched on the couch at home, eating toast and watching ‘Come Dine With Me’. He’s the boy who, right now, is cleaning our bathroom (thank you!). One of the sweetest, kindest, cleverest and most beautiful people I’ve ever met.
My boyfriend, my best friend, my badger, Matthew.
And later tonight, and tomorrow, we’ll be celebrating one whole year together. 12 months. 365 days (of which, I have worked out in my research, we have spoken or msned every single day bar two). A brilliant year. A year of new things and changes and new experiences and dealing with a lot of commitmentphobia (mainly mine, I think. I was a bit scared of love!). Hence why one year’s kind of exciting!
I still don’t quite know how or why I was lucky enough to have someone so lovely, so wonderful, and so very perfect for me, drop into my life exactly when I was ready for him.
Don’t believe me? Then check out this blog post, which I wrote two days before we both attended the party where we first got together (thanks again for the party, Siobhán! And the after party Singstar, Kate and Jase!)…
“Now it’s more about the fact that I’ve yet to find a guy who can keep up with me, keep me interested, and treat me with the kindness and esteem I want. No, deserve. And until he gets here (I may have already met him, but I’m a little thick on these things…I wouldn’t know! Unless he jumped up and down in front of me going “It’s me! It’s me!”), it’s like I’m growing and changing and becoming the woman I want to be. So if and when I meet someone who deserves me, I’ll be able to meet him as someone fun and full of love and kindness, and also someone who likes herself and takes care of herself. I think I’m getting there.”
Matthew never quite jumped up and down in front of me, but he has always treated me with more esteem and kindness than I could ever have imagined (life with a Claire can require an awful lot of kindness sometimes!). He always keeps me interested, and loves to be at least as busy as I am. He is a blessing I never expected, surely don’t deserve, and am so so so very glad to have.
Baby, thank you for always being there for me and for making each and every day of my life shiny (yes, even the ones where I have to get up at 5.30 am). Thank you for seeing something in me that no-one ever has before, for jokes and adventures, for long conversations and cups of tea, and for building a silly little house together with me to which I love to come home. I am so happy with our little way of life, and I really hope you are too. You are my favourite boy!
Oh, and I know you hate photos, so I’ve compromised and only used one instead of the many I usually break out in these posts. Happy anniversary, honey!