I know, right? Steve with short hair and no beard. If he didn't still wear that T-shirt once a week I'd barely recognise him myself.
Six years. It seems like we've done so much together it should be longer.
I had bought my flat two weeks before we got together; we've been together long enough that he moved in with me and then bought into the mortgage and then we moved to this bigger place which we both had a say in choosing.
He was about to be made redundant and I was fed up of my own job; within weeks, he was into a new, better role and my own career change came just a little while later.
We've made good friends through each other and we've made new friends together and we've known those people long enough to have seen them move to foreign countries and to have visited some of them there.
And now it's our sixth anniversary and we're awaiting the birth of our first child. S/he will be here within a month.
And s/he's going to have a wonderful dad.
|Our fifth anniversary, Paris.|