I met my now husband eleven years ago in a seedy little bar in the Western suburbs of Melbourne. I was bartending my way through my university studies, he was drinking his way through a recent football premiership victory. We spoke, he immediately stopped drinking & switched to ice cold water on the rocks, & then he took a seat at the end of my bar & dedicated the rest of his night to helping me study for an exam I had the next day (in between my serving patrons, of course).
He’s been my lover + my best friend ever since.
We live in the outer Western suburbs of Melbourne, but dream of a life in Melbourne’s inner west. One day.
We became a family 9 months + 14 days after we were married. Our son was fourteen days overdue. Feel free to do the math. And now we are about to add a little girl to our family of three, she’s due to fill our lives with love at the end of July.
So, I keep this little blog where I chronicle our lives. I do this because whilst I can’t take photographs, I can string a couple of words together. And I guess I whole-heartedly believe my family might just be grateful for my efforts one day.