About 7 years ago, I met a boy on a night out with friends, I was 26, he was almost 30. We started going out. I’d recently returned from 3 years in the UK and would tell him tales of my beloved London. He was obsessed with Everton, an English premier league team. He told me that in 2011 he hoped to travel to the UK to complete his Master’s degree. It became a dream for us, something we thought sounded amazing but were never sure would really happen.
Today I’m devoting my blog to that boy I used to dream with, my husband. We’ve had the most amazing year in this little English village, filled with fun, laughter, adventures and just a little bit of study. As we bid some sad farewells to the wonderful friends who we’ve come to love so much, I remind myself that we’ll always have each other and our beloved Max and that makes it all OK.
Oh and incidentally, today I’m wearing my favourite pale pink Gap jeans and Next tan flats and a fantastically practical black shirt, picked up from H&M for just £5.
Coming to you soon from Lake Garda, Italy xo