I’ve been doing this for 7 years now. 7 years of writing a blog for my family and friends. Of sharing little snippets of my life. From moving to London, falling in love, falling out of love, heartbreak, friendships, a lot of dancing, depression, W coming into my life, new jobs, new homes, meeting my soulmate and getting engaged.

7 wonderful and sometimes hard years. Always worth it but at times such a struggle. Looking at it from where I am now it’s with a sense of peace.

But at least once I week I dream of it all disappearing. Of George breaking up with me. Of loneliness. My nightmare. A part of me feels that happiness is fragile.

I wake up with a sense of dread and George can kind of see it on me. The panic that i lost everything.

But he hugs me and W crawls into bed and it was all just a dream.

Had a drink in the pub yesterday. Took about 5 aspirin to cope. Bored with laying at home feeling shit.

But then we headed home again and W was the biggest snuggler and crawled up as close as he could get. Not a bad way of spending a Saturday with my little family.

It’s all going to be chilled today as well. But next weekend we are doing a mini celebration for my bday and the engagement. Woop wooop