Firsts

I have heard and read that one of the hardest things I will have to endure is to spend and try to celebrate the “firsts” without Janine. The “first” Christmas, the “first” New Year’s, the “first” birthday, the “first” special meal in our favourite restaurant.

For me, as tough as those days may have been and may still be, these are some of the “firsts” which, although have brought me such joy, have been the toughest. These are the moments where I have felt my beautiful bride’s absence the most:

The day Amy-Leigh rode her bike without training wheels for the “first” time. Gabby and Becky’s “first” training show in a horse jumping arena. The “first” time Gabby won a 100m sprint in the inter-house athletics competition. The “first” time Becky read the first seven pages of her story that she has started writing. The “first” time I finished a 70km mountain bike race without my stunning wife’s warm and comforting embrace to greet me at the end.

But today, I am aching for you and missing you like crazy. Happy Anniversary my darling. Another “first”. So far, probably the hardest “first” of all.

You were most certainly the “fairest of them all”, my beautiful queen. How blessed I was that day 18 years ago.

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