I’ve chosen this photo for this week’s What’s the Story? link up with PODcast
March 25th 2005.
It was a Friday night.
It was taken in a bar in Albufeira, Portugal. Renos, to be precise.
In the photo is me and the man who is now my husband.
I remember this night like it was yesterday.
It was 2 months minus 1 day after this photo that we went on our first date and started our relationship.
This particular night had started out like all the others had that holiday, with Shelley and I drinking shots and vodka at BJs Canadian Bar with our new friends. Our new friends were the bar men!
Damian was sat at the bar drinking on his night off from the bar he worked at. When it came to the time Shelley and I were about to move on to do our bar crawl on The Strip he asked if he could join us.
What followed was hours of 3 people laughing, drinking shots, dancing, drinking vodkas and lots and lots of talk about anything and everything.
Although neither of us realised at the time, looking back it was that night that created the initial sparks of attraction between us.
There’s something special about that moment you go and get your baby’s feet measured for their first pair of proper shoes.
We took Lauren Monday before last to the Clarks outlet shop for her feet measuring. Tiny little feet she has – size 3G. Unfortunately they didn’t have anything in her size that we liked so yesterday we went to a different Clarks outlet shop and managed to buy her first pair of shoes
Now she’s got shoes on her feet and walking around in them – all be it rather clumsily at the moment! – it’s like a marker, getting those shoes means she’s no longer a baby
This is my first post linking up with PODcast for What’s the story?
After searching the thousands of photos I’ve taken I’ve chosen this one taken on 25th May 2009
So why this photo?
This is the plane that took my husband and I – newly weds having married the previous day – to Orlando, Florida …….. and we reboarded the same plane within a matter of hours and we were back in Manchester Airport crying in my Mum’s arms less than 24 hours after we had set off.
Now we can laugh about it, and it certainly is a tale we can tell our children and grandchildren. How many other people can say they were denied entry into the USA, ruining the 3 week honeymoon they had planned?!