Favourite Things Friday

It's Friday. Time to share your Favourite Things. I can see I'll have to pull my own socks up because some of you are so creative about what you share! I'm still thinking about copying Michelle's tool box idea (brilliant) and I made Kirsten's chocolate cake last weekend (delicious)

If you'd like to show off your Favourite Thing feel free to pop your link at the bottom of this post (That Mr. Linky is pretty awesome isn't he?) and be sure to try and visit the other people who linked to have a peek at their favourite things.

After two quite sentimental FTF posts about old things, I wanted to show you something not old and not sentimental this week. I even wrote the post and then remembered that I needed to write about my most  Favourite Thing ever  today  because it is a special day.  So settle back for more sugary sentimentality.

I first recall meeting Bourbon Boy  in 1993 at a football match.  It's ironic to me now that I can remember what he was wearing that day , since I wasn't interested in him at all. He wasn't Mr. P then. Not even close.   Bourbon Boy was a nice enough guy but not my cup of tea. In my opinion he had a lot of growing up to do. Over the years we re-met at various events and celebrations due to our mutual friends. And over that time he continued to have a  lot of growing up to do. Everyone loved Bourbon Boy  - he was the life of the party but he certainly wasn't partner material.  He didn't have a life plan. He lived in the moment. At times,  I could see a glimmer of the person he could be, but life was leading us  in different directions. So Bourbon Boy passed his time drinking bourbon and waiting to magically grow up and for the woman of his dreams to find him. I think at that stage the woman of his dreams would have been any woman  wearing sexy underwear , holding a pack of Winnie Blues and a 750 ml bottle of 100 proof   Jim Beam. In the meantime I went on with my life.

We met up again in 2000. Bourbon Boy  didn't look like he'd just crawled out of bed. He wasn't half plastered and reeking of bourbon. He could form whole words without slurring.  He could hold down a decent conversation that didn't include references to football and bourbon.  Bourbon Boy had done a lot of growing up and  I finally saw the man he had been working on becoming. And even though we lived 500 kilometres apart  the universe gave us a shove that day because we were both ready. Like a butterfly, Bourbon Boy became Mr. Reformed.  Thank you Universe. 

Over the next 8 months there was lots  of commuting between his place and mine, (that 5 hour drive each way was bags of fun!)  many long phone calls daily and declarations of love. And after  a suitable time frame Miss-not-yet-Miss-P and I moved in with Mr. Reformed  and  Mr. Reformed popped the question in January 2003. We were married on New Years Eve 2004 after knowing each other for over 11 years. And that's how he became Mr. P. I was absolutely sure marrying Mr. P was the right thing to do and I still am.

I know you're supposed to say your husband is one of your favourite things. It's expected. But trust me , I know plenty of people who don't even like their husbands,  so I appreciate the fact that I have a husband who is very good at letting me be me and loves me unequivocally.  Mr. P is the most patient, kind person I have ever met. He never loses his cool. His intentions are always good. Everything he does  he does with me in mind. That man loves me and I love him. Together we can do anything.  I heard  once that love is a verb not an adjective. Mr. P shows me that every day. Words to describe how special my husband is seem woefully inadequate.

September 17th , 2000 - Love snuck up on me that day. Happy Anniversary Mr. P. I love you. You are my very favourite thing. Thanks for growing up. And universe, thanks for having the grand plan under control. You rock.