Love: The Hazel and Jay Story

I was racking my brains about to what to write for the letter L… lochia, lactation, let down reflex… and Jays suggestion…¬†leprechauns or leprosy.

But no, I didn’t choose them… I chose LOVE.

When you are young you think you know love. Your first ever boyfriend or maybe your first ever kiss, it means you love them. I was like that. I had been with my ex from when I was 14 and we broke up when I was 18. So, I had a pretty good idea of what love was. Or at least I thought I did. We are still good friends and I would take a bullet for him. Not in the head, but maybe the leg or something. And fast-forward 4 years (a blur of booze, parties and moments I would rather forget!)….

I remember first seeing Jay down our local, at a gig with his parents. He was yummy. Like proper yummy!! Quite a few months passed (wasted seeing some other guy F.Y.I), We always said “hi” to each other and often sat chatting together. I was very good friends with his mum and dad before I really spoke to him, so it made getting the balls to talk to him a little easier.

I scratched a CD at a house party that I had held (Cock Sparrer-Here We Stand was the disk) And I had posted up on my Facebook wall if anyone had the CD, so that I could borrow it and copy it. Soon a ‘PING!’ went in my inbox getting me all excited. It was from Jay…. phwor, its hot in here! I can still remember like it was yesterday, I was stood in my kitchen, in my crappy old flat feeling rather excited and actually quite faint.

We met up at our local, and he gave me the CD. After that night we were texting each other constantly. A few days later I went over to his house to see him. I had worked a 12 hour night shift, And I been awake all day and was so, so tired. But I jumped on the bus and traveled the 17 miles to his house. I spent the night there, oohhh eerrr. It was like being 15 again. I was all shy and nervous. He had a friend round (who is now set to be our usher for our wedding soon) and we spent some time listening to music, watching funny pranks on Youtube and chatting in his kitchen.

After his friend had left we sat in Jays room and watched Brassed Off, one of my favourite films. He offered to sleep on the sofa, and I told him not to be so silly (Of course I wanted to sleep next to him… I had seen what he looked like in just his pants and it was niiiiiice!). We layed in bed and chatted until I drifted off to sleep…

The next morning Jay had left for work and I sat and had breakfast with his mum, Sally. Luckily, as I mentioned, I knew her well and was a good friend so it wasn’t awkward at all. I said to her, that I hoped Jay liked me as I really liked him. I will never forget what she replied with… “I dont quite think he is over his ex yet.” ¬† I could have CRIED!!!!

Turns out he was over his ex and very much under me! Oh, I mean…. he did like me in the end. We have never spent a day apart since. Not 1 day.

We now have a beautiful little girl called Willow and we are getting married on December the 1st. I love him so much I could honestly cry. If anything ever happened to that man, I’m not sure what I would ever do. He is my complete world. I tell him every day that I love him, and he tells me that back. We are the same person. We are yet to have a (proper)¬†argument. And I am yet to ever doubt our relationship. I cannot wait to be Mrs. Hazel Newhouse. I just look at him and my heart melts. I LOVE HIM!!!