We are not 20 anymore which means we are not starting life from scratch. No care in the world, no responsibility and the feeling of life being for the conquering and taking. We closer to 40 (well, one of us a tad closer than the other), we have two failed marriages behind us (not to each other hahahahaha), we have six kids between us, we in the process of moving house, selling, buying, packing, planning – one of us is building a successful career and excelling while the other just wants to earn a living and read a book. Actually just read a book and sell Tranquil Body Treats and take the odd picture. One of us screams at the TV thinking the referee can hear while the other dreams about fitting into a go-kart without feeling uncomfortable. We have laugh lines, sagging bodies, one of us has anxiety to the point of wanting to run in the opposite direction of life while the other pronounces all things are possible and good and one need worry for nothing – regardless we are not short of dreams, nor aspirations.

To be honest neither of us had that care free 20-year-old feeling either. By the time I was 20 I had been married for 3 years and pregnant with my first son, Kevin while already paying a bond and wondering if my husband will come home sober this Friday. Noid was married to sweet Caroline (yes, like the Neil Diamond song) and father to a very ill pre-mature baby boy, Nic while studying full-time and working part-time.

Today, we have more opportunities and resources to actually make our dreams come true than either of us have ever had.  I am not even just talking finances here. I am talking about the ability to believe, the power to see things through to the end, even if it is just eating no carbs for a week. We have doors to open and windows to close and to know that new places, people and things will appear to replace old places, people and things. We don’t apologise for who we are. We know who we are, we know that there are always room for improvement and that the only people we can change is ourselves.

We shall count down the days until we head off on our second honeymoon next week. (It having been declared that all holidays taken alone without kids since our wedding almost seven months ago, shall henceforth be called moons of honey).

We will start our excitement on the Thursday evening by visiting one of my favourite places, the theatre! Seeing The Sopranos ! Musical productions are by far my favourites. In the morning… we shall hit the road. 🙂 Hail Mary full of Grace, please let my husband have us arrive safely…the man with the thighs has a tendency to skid of loose gravel purposefully and I don’t wanna have to say Our Father all the way!… then again, I am only Catholic on Fridays so my dear husband will have to provide me with a fish lunch or supper. 🙂 He is excellent at providing random stuff my head dreams up. Anyhow, I will keep you updated via blog, Face Book, Twitter and smoke screens if necessary… and off course with pictures and all we get up to.

I wish you something to look forward to, someone to love…. and the bravery to join a Weight-Loss club just before heading off to a honey of the moon! (more on that tomorrow!)

Wenchy