Hubby,
Do you remember how we met? You were 35 and I was 27. We were both working in Cavendish Square for the Surveyors St Quintin. You were the Marketing Manager, and I was the Human Resources Executive. I recall observing you, your dark hair, piercing aquamarine eyes and cobalt blue suit. There you were, flashing that enigmatic smile, strutting the corridors, oozing confidence.  My assistant Julie would swoon over you, and me, well, I would roll my eyes in distain, thinking you were so full of yourself, so I nicknamed you, ’The Peacock.’     
However, fate would throw us together, in the form of the St Quintin softball team. In the post-match drinks in the pub afterwards, we would often find ourselves to be the last two remaining and would get chatting. You told me you were divorced and had a 4-year-old son called James, who you so obviously loved a great deal and enjoyed telling me sweet stories about, which I loved. You would also often speak of your love of Hockey and Liverpool FC, and I would try not to glaze over, feigning interest to be polite.  You also spoke of your enjoyment of Skiing, and how you wanted to arrange a trip with friends. I began to think you were not so bad, fun even! That maybe, I had got you all wrong.
Then one day, whilst passing each other on the corridor at work, you stopped, spun around, and looked me dead in the eye, and said, “If I organise it, will you come on a skiing trip with me?” I felt my face flush, I became all flustered, gibbered something back to you, turned and bolted for my office. Back at my desk, all hot and bothered, I realised I was a goner!  
We had our first date at the Green Man pub in Great Portland Street. A pub far away enough from work, so we would not be spotted, but close enough to Paddington so you could sprint to the last train back to Newbury and I could pick the tube up back to Tottenham Hale. The evening went well with us talking non-stop. At the end of the date, I remember you walked me to Great Portland Street station. When I got to the barriers, I turned around, took you by the hand, moved in closer and looked deep into your eyes. Only to feel my hand being shaked vigorously and you saying hurriedly, “I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” then spinning around and dashing off for your train.
Thankfully, our second date was more successful in getting that first kiss. We have been inseparable since. We moved in with each other within six months and bought our first house just after our first-year anniversary and soon after Ysabelle joined us.
We have had adventures together travelling and have lived in the Caribbean, where our family of four became five and we were blessed with Jude.   
My darling, you are a wonderful father, a loving and supportive husband and have always championed your family, often making what seemed impossible, possible.   You have talked often of how proud you are of us.  But it is us who are so proud of you, the man you are, your gentleness, kindness, your never-ending supply of warmth and love. We love you so very much. Sleep well my love until I can hold you in my arms again, but this time, I am never letting go.
First, last, and always,
Wifey xx