Not everyone is lucky enough to find their Mr Darcy. Some of us have to get through many trolls before we do. Now, I’m no Bridget Jones or Elizabeth Bennett but I sure do love my Mr Darcy. So much so, that I married him and had his baby. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to get too smushy, I promise!
If you’re reading this and know us personally, you will know what a great team we make. I often use the analogy that I am the balloon and my husband is the weight. Sometimes I need grounding, I am flighty and I day dream a lot. My head is often in the clouds where as my hubby is practical and logical. There are times where he needs my flightiness to help him let go of the control panel! This is why we work so well. We have many differences but also many similarities. He is tall and slim, I am short and fat. He is gorgeous, I am not so much. He doesn’t like to read unless it’s subtitles to anime where as I would have my nose in a book all day long if I had the time. We both love video games but where he loves games like Dark Souls, Final Fantasy, Blood Born and Nioh among many more, I prefer not to be terrified by grizzly monsters and play games such as, Skyrim, The Sims, Terraria and Life is Strange (other games are available to play!) where the monsters are less scary and more cuddly. I need to leave the house every few days; he can go weeks without seeing the sunshine or breathing fresh air. I take my time when doing the food shop, perusing every aisle; he is a grab and go kinda guy. I could go on and on but you get the picture!
He is a wonderful husband, so supportive in all I do. I have grown so much as a person since I met him. I’ve put myself through university, teacher training, NQT year and beyond all of which was done with him by my side. He is my best friend. Through all of the laminating, marking, planning, summer fates, the snooty parents and days where you just want to flip the table over and run out screaming F**K YOU ALL, he was there. And here he remains, through all the dirty nappies, the tears and tantrums (both from Zosia and I), through every inch of my self-loathing he has been there preventing my self-destruction. He is an amazing father to our beautiful girl. Sometimes I just sit and watch him interacting with her and my heart melts. It even makes me shed a tear of happiness now and then. To see a man being such a brilliant father makes you realise you’ve got yourself a keeper.
Don’t get me wrong, he has his flaws. He winds me up so much I could scream. He over-analyses everything. He hogs the beds. He doesn’t hang things up properly on the clothes horse so they go smelly and need rewashing. He leaves his socks lying all over the place but he is still my perfect husband, my best friend and a wonderful father. I would be lost without him. My life would be empty without him; I wouldn’t have to do as much washing though, that’s for sure! I know for certain that Zosia will idolise him as she grows up. He will be the hero, the knight in shining armour that every little girl needs growing up and I cannot wait to be a part of it all.
Here’s to all the wonderful husbands, brilliant fathers and Mr. Darcy’s out there supporting their partners. We are grateful, even if we don’t always express it very well.