...on a Friday evening in early April, I walked into a bar in a small western town.
Not a regular pub-goer, I was co-erced into town by the farmer and his wife who worked on the same property as me. Having only started work on the Tuesday of that week, they thought it a fitting introduction to the area. Filled to the point of standing-room only, the bar-room was a mixture of older locals perched on bar-stools, families having dinner and the younger crowd from nearby properties in town for a night of socialising.
I met a lot of people that evening. Not least of all, one strapping young man, tall, dark and lean. Black hair curling to his collar, his charismatic charm seemed to draw people towards him.
Little did I know then, that some four years later (and fifteen years ago today) he would become my husband.
Forever and ever.