Moving to the countryside, taking the leap to adopt dogs together, cancer, my father's death, one of us switching to vegan and the other to pescatarian, a couple of college degrees, part time courses, a job in a funeral home, spiraling illness, crippling health problems, Jamburger, shaving our heads, matching tattoos, wheelchair, inconsolable loses, lots of Buckfast, campaigning for marriage equality, 1 cataract, Bundoran, discovering each others beliefs/ views/ ethics, challenging our theories, assorted festivals (glorious festivals), holidays, weddings, more funerals, births, MRI's, PET's Sunday's at the pond, Tuesdays at the Bartender, medications, asthma, road trips, Christmas, three pairs of glasses, promises, secrets, cuddles, memes, sick days, sick nights, pain, morning coffee in bed, 100000000000 cat litter changes, new friends, old friends, making forts, making dreams, planning, working together, writing together, 2367099990000 joint dislocations... And more Buckfast 💜
So what is in store for us? A kid would be nice, health pending. A lot of research has went in to that of late - health related (mine and any future bub -Bicky having to care for one disabled person is one thing, but two?) and other factors, like education (being atheist our choices are extremely limited in Ireland -getting the kid's name down in either an inter/ multi denominational style school means getting on the waiting list like the night of conception -as well as some travelling involved). So all that, maybe, and of course we have a good bit to finish our five year list, like still so much more of the country to see. I love our road trips. Oh and Buckfast -whatever the future holds, I'm sure there'll be loads of Buckfast.