How I met your Father...when I was 2 months old

Two children

As promised in my last post, here's the story of how I met my husband...when I was 2 months old.

To be honest, I don't really know if I was 2 months old, I just know that I have known him since I can remember and I have photos of him kissing me on the cheek when I was still a baby.

You see, our parents had been friends long before they even had us. Now don't jump to the conclusion of an arranged marriage! His family had actually threatened him as a little boy that if he wasn't careful, he would end up with me. 

I was a bit of a little hooligan with a temper when I was little, or so I've been told. I'm obviously perfect now. (I'm lying)

We thus grew up playing together and attending the same birthday parties. I used to sit in front of his door as a little child, hoping he would come out to play and he used to beat up my cousin in my defense, when he picked on me. 

I always had a crush on him and he says he always had a crush on me, but we never knew. When puberty hit, he was too cool to attend social gatherings so I didn't see him for a couple of years.

We went on one date when I was 14 but that didn't go so well and we never went on a second...until I met him at my aunt's birthday party when I was almost 17. We exchanged numbers and started MXit'ing. Turns out we both liked eachother! Who knew! (Obviously not us)

So we went on our second date and never stopped after that. We became boyfriend and girlfriend after my 17th birthday and we dated for 5 years before we got married. 

We've now been together 10 years and married for 5.

If only I had known sooner that he liked me, I could have had so many more anniversary present by now! 

Baby at a party
Me at his second birthday party, I already only had eyes for him that cake.

Partners in crime
Partners in crime.

That dress is hanging in my daughter's cupboard right now. (My mom made it)

When we started dating.

Okay so maybe I was a hooligan.