what a mighty good man
This weekend was the perfect example of why Paul is the best thing that ever happened to me. On Saturday, he put together some nibbles for us girls while we were getting pampered and then drove us into town (and back home again) for our Hen Night meal. Today, he woke up at 6am and drove to Heathrow to pick up my parents - a 1 1/2 hour drive to and from the airport, not including the long wait while their plane circled Heathrow and they made their way through passport control. He drove them to their hotel, went back and picked them up this afternoon, and then cooked us all a perfect roast chicken supper. He drove them back to their hotel, and has just put a load of laundry in the wash.
And today is his birthday. He did all of this for me on his birthday.
What more can I say? I am the luckiest woman in the world. Happy birthday, my gorgeous fiance.