Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Not smug, relieved

Sometimes when I am walking down the road with the buggy (and baby), even if it is grey and wet and in a less than nice part of Tottenham, and even if I am tired and grumpy and harumphing with every step, out of nowhere comes the realisation that I found my man, we had a baby and this is exactly what I always wanted. 

And though when I was single well-meaning friends told me I'd meet him one day, and though when we were trying to conceive well-meaning friends told me it would happen eventually, for some people it doesn't, and I always felt these well-meaning friends would probably turn out to be wrong. 

So on those days when I realise I got what I wanted I can't help but grin inanely as I wander, and whoop internally (and sometimes, to the consternation of passers-by, externally) and breathe sighs of relief. And it's not because I am what Bridget Jones would call a 'smug married', because I am not smug, I promise, nor do I believe that being married is important (though my marriage is important to me), but rather I can't believe my luck that it did happen. I am so so thrilled and relieved. 

1 comment:

  1. Ah but wait until you start to look at your single friends with envy as they gush about their latest dates and how they are being wined and dined whilst yours sits belching, can in hand, in front of the footie on TV ;)

    But it is nice to hear someone voicing joy over their lives and not jealousy or resentment or grumblings. Truly we have no idea just how much we have to treasure. Your blog post made me smile :)