When I was a young girl, I asked my brother “when do you know your in love?”, He answered “you won’t need to ask, you will just know!”.

I held that thought for many years. I got married, had 5 children, a very lonely marriage as for two  very different worlds and yes, you can feel lonely with so mnay children but the love for your off-spring is strong and therefore the best thing was to keep it together. The enitivable happened and he started looking elsewhere for what was missing in our marriage. I wasn’t so much surprised as  slightly numb as  my parents had left us some years previous with no explanation other than, they wanted a new start and we were not to hear from them again, which we have not. departure wasn’t something new and survival kicks in. I was stubborn, something my mother once said would take me through life.

We were brought up on survival, not having a lot of money, hard working parents, living on a budget along like many other families, my brother, sister and myself  all worked from age 9, potatoe picking, strawberry picking, shop work, anything we could to help a family, a very good life lesson now as it happens.

During high school, ina  small community we were all as family, along with the usual fights and disagreements, we tended to stick together. I longed for a settled guy who I could have my own family with but with with character, so of course always chose the wild boys! There was one that kept crossing my path called David but we never seemed to get together. He always watched me, I always watched him and was even at his first wedding but something kept us apart. That is until now!

I had  always dreamed of this perfect guy who loved kids, loved the sea, maybe an island boy, down to earth, sociable, funny, sexy, and hard working. Little did I know, that 27 years later we were to meet again in the circumstances we had then.

After 3 years of being single as focused purely on my children and did what parents do, keeping them secure. I was persuaded that Saturday night to go out to a club which wasn’t my thing but endured the drunks at the bar trying to pull any woman they could and jsut as I thought this really wasn’t for me, in walked David who was pointing at me saying “Nicki!!”. My heart nearly dived onto the table! Although there was much noise, dancing, people falling about, the room felt silent. He was just as handsome as when I knew him all those years ago. We hugged but did not ask each others sitruation, we werte so pleased at meeting up after so many years. I returned to my frends and he went with his but the next morning I felt the first urge in years to find out where he was! I found out he was widowed, had 5 children himself but I got on with life as it was. I kept dreaming of the number 19, every second day, why was I dreaming this, every bus seat I sat on was 19, it kept coming up.

5 months later, my job took me to a patient I was caring for and happened to see David in a garden, as I Walked over to say hello, number 19 was on his garden gate. This time we kissed to say hello. That was it, that was the kiss I had been waiting for my whole life.

From that monent onwards, we couldn’t spend a minute apart, our kids met and coming from two train crashes, them losing their mum, mine being in split marriage, they found solice in each other. We have not been able to spend time apart, I now live with David and our huge family of children, yes we still have lifes struggles but both being brought up the same way, we have the same morals and love for things.

It has just showed me that destiny does happen and we are luckier than most. I marry David next month. Love does happen.

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