Determined as I was to start the Fridge Chronicles* yesterday, I completely forgot to honour the Winter Solstice in my blog. On the pagan calender, the 21st of June is the point that marks the return of the sun's light and warmth. Which is very appropriate here in Maxabellaland because 14 years ago it's the date that I met LOML at the Strawberry Hills Hotel in Slurry Hills.
We were each there to see a jazz band called Andy 500. There was me, my sisters and everyone I know and there was LOML, gorgeous, giant and solo. I boldly sauntered over and asked him to join us. He said, simply, abruptly, devastatingly 'no'. He claims he thought I was asking if he had a cigarette. Hurumph. Rejected, embarrassed but true to my belief that if you want something badly enough you've got to go out there and make it happen, I drank 11 more glasses of wine and asked him again.
Fourteen years of sheer happiness has followed. It's annoying, but it's true. He has been my own light and warmth that I carry with me wherever I go. Pure love, simple and renewed.
So fitting that we met on the Solstice. Oh, and so fitting that Andy 500 played at our wedding.
* It's a monthly chronicle and you can still join in for June - just go to the post below.
I rewound this post on 22.1.2011