My last post was inspired by a very special man and today’s is written in the very same vein. Today, 26 years ago, a man was born who would change my life in such unexpected ways I just had to pay homage to the love of my life...
Sean Sneyd, my husband, is one of the kindest souls you’ll ever know. He has an innate goodness, a preciously rare gentleness and a wicked sense of humour that is hard to beat.
He will bring me a curry and a super moo when I’m nursing a hangover at work, he doesn’t balk in fear at being spotted in the “Ladies” aisle of the supermarket AND he makes the best popcorn in all the land. He is a hunter, a gatherer, a sportsman, a joker, a hard worker, a weilder of braai-tongs, a husband and a friend.
I have been incredibly blessed to have found the best friend I’ll ever have and still managed to convince him to marry me. He accepts me for who I am (quite a feat), loves me in spite of my faults and makes me laugh. And although he leaves his clothes on the floor and puts knives in the fork drawer, there’s no one else I’d rather crack a Hansa with at the end of a long day.
A wise man one said: It’s not how your partner makes you feel that matters, but rather how your partner makes you feel about yourself that counts. And Sean, baby you make me feel like a rock star!
No comments:
Post a Comment