Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Quite often I sit and think about how things were with Al, what we've been through and where we are now.

A lot of people have asked me if I'm sure about getting married to Al as we used to fight so much. The answer to this is "Absolutely sure, without a shadow of a doubt!"

I cannot imagine, nor even bear to try and imagine, a single day without this very unique and amazing person.

I've never known a person who would sacrifice so much to make me happy and whom I am willing to sacrifice so much for to make him happy. Al is always on my side and would post somebody egg sandwiches for me any day if I asked ;) He gets excited with me over things like tiles and when we go out together, it's like nobody else in the world exists, except for us.

There is nothing quite like the feeling of not being able to help but smile and feel all warm inside when just thinking about that one special person. We have enough in common to know that we're heading in the same direction but a few differences that keep us interesting to each other.

I never imagined that this person who walked into a company I was temping at to give me training on something would be the person I would be eager to spend the rest of my life with.

Sigh! :)

Alan in training

When I met Al years ago, he decided to be really, really sweet and cook supper for me.

This was quite something for a guy who lived on 2 minute noodles, McDonalds and beer but he borrowed a pot (yes, borrowed) from his mom and got the recipe for his favourite Dutch dish and made it for me. It was potatoes, onion and carrots boiled together and then fried pork cubes. All of this was piled onto a plate and mashed together.

He thought it was fantastic. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards that I was being force fed this concoction as some form of torture.

Since this experiment, Al has excelled in making macaroni, lasagne and a full English breakfast, albeit for supper sometimes :)

His mom told me that she has tried to teach him to cook when he was younger by making each person in their family take turns to cook supper.
When it came to Alan's turn to cook, he would make bread and jam for everyone. I couldn't help but laugh when she told me.

Based on how fast he learns to cook things now, I'm pretty sure that there's a master chef in there somewhere and soon he'll be turning his nose up at my food and begging to make the supper! I can dream, can't I? ;)