Chantelle. Love of my life. Light of my world. My wife. She makes my life complete.
We married a couple of months ago. 12th September 2009 to be exact. It was a culimination of months of planning, stress, going through two gazebos, almost not having a venue, almost not having a registrar, and uncooked Chicken Kievs. But that’s a story for another day.
We met at work and, until recently, have worked together since. They always say don’t mix business with pleasure, but we defied them. We won.
When she first started on my department, she told me that she “knew me” from somewhere, and held fast to this ice-break and conversation starter till she figured she might be scaring me just a little. And then she kept on some more.
But seriously, it turns out that we both went to South Holderness high school. She was in the year below, so we probably just saw each other around. We discovered we had mutual friends, and we had friends who were each other’s friend’s brothers or sisters or cousins or something.
We got chatting – I told her about Mormons, she thought they came from outer space. As my fanaticism and determination to prove that I was just as earth-based as the next person, she took an interest in the Church, and we took an interest in each other. On a trip to the Preston Temple, our eyes met, I swooned and declare my undying love for her, and she hasn’t looked back since.
Of course, she will tell you a competely different version of that love story… but again, that’s for another day.
We’re currently living in the “trendy” Old Town part of Hull, where Chantelle is a domestic goddess. I clean and wash up every now and then. It’s a great partnership.
She’s an example to me. In fact, she pretty much takes the role of my conscience. She completes me. She makes me want to try harder.
She bakes the most amazing cookies.