10 years ago. New Years Eve, 2006. I was 24, and had been living in Manchester for two years. Like many young, single women, I wondered if I would meet ‘The One.’
That night, 31st December 2006, I did meet The One.
It was a strange night, as New Years Eves often are. A friend was having a party, but beforehand, we went to see another friend’s band in a pub in Stockport. I’ll be honest, it wasn’t the nicest pub, but there you go.
And there he was. Tall, confident, handsome… We chatted a lot that night. I was surprised that he wanted to talk to me, but I wasn’t complaining. He took my phone number.
I remember going home that night excited. I had finally met a single, good-looking, interesting Christian man. That kind of thing didn’t happen often.
And then it took him 6 months to ask me out. His excuse? He had exams to pass.
But he eventually did ask me out. And the rest, as they say, is history.
That’s the thing. It’s 10 years ago. I can remember that night as if it were a few weeks ago. I can’t quite get over how much has happened in those 10 years, including our two lovely sons, but also, how fast those years have passed.
Then I look 10 years into the future. Ben will be 14 and Samuel will be 11. They will be teenagers. I know how fast the last 10 years have gone; I know the next 10 years will go even faster.
So we stayed in, like most parents do, on New Years Eve. We had a lovely meal and drank a few glasses of wine. We talked about the future. We talked, of course, about that night we met.
Marriage is hard when you have small children. The children take so much of your energy and attention, and you have very little time for each other. It is so important to make time, and to give each other attention, to share things together.
But I know I want to spend the rest of my life with Tim. So I’ll keep working at it. I think he will too. And I’m really glad that 10 years ago, I went to a random gig in a pub on New Years Eve.