Two years ago on this day, at this exact hour, Callum kissed me for the first time.
It was on my front doorstep after our official first date (which was preceded by about 14 unofficial first dates).
He wore a big woollen jumper that day and I remember thinking that I must really like him if I didn’t care that he was dressed like a fisherman.
Soooo, I had planned to write more lovely things about him and whatnot, but to be honest I’m now feeling a bit awkward about this overt display of public affection, so I’ll wrap it up.
Suffice to say that Callum is the best man I’ve ever known.
He is the rock to my roll. The paper to my cut. The cheese to my chutney.
And for someone who loves sandwiches as much as I do, this is pretty freaking sweet.
Yours with crusts cut off,
PS – for all you sistas and bristas out there who haven’t yet found the crème to your brulee; **insert annoying platitude here**.