The love of my life,
My best friend,
The father of my children.
Three years seems such a short time to fit in so much love, laughter, fun, adventure, hope, grief, healing...
And two dead babies.
Two babies in three years.
Three years ago Ray invited me on a boat trip to Dartmouth. We spent eleven hours together and had trouble ending the day. A week later he moved in. A week after that we were engaged.
Three years later and we end each day with a kiss, a "sweet dreams" and an "I love you". We have only spent 5 nights apart in three years and not by choice. When I was in hospital we ended our days with text messages of "I love you, I miss you." and middle-of-the-night messages of "Are you awake? I feel sad. I miss you".
People tell us how good we are together.
I never dreamed I could be so happy, or share so much sadness.