I’ve never believed in love at first sight.
But when I first met my (now) husband at a seedy bar in NYC, something inside of me said “give this relationship every ounce of your effort”.
You know that voice, right? That strange internal monologue that shows up on a first encounter with select humans, driving you to be the most authentic version of yourself. A version that allows you to communicate your needs clearly, listen with intention and prioritise conflict resolution.
Something way back then – a decade now – told me that this man was worth fighting for. And over the course of the last two years, I’ve been reminded, time and time again, just how smart that little voice was.
My husband, Josh, has always placed my needs at the very top of his priority list. He’s fully and completely dedicated to this relationship. His attention to detail, his perceptiveness and his willingness to move mountains to ensure that I’m heard is what made me fall in love with him.
I’d like to pretend that I’m an equally fabulous partner, but that would be a lie. I’m more of a children-first-everything-second-kind-of-person, which comes with a unique set of strengths and weaknesses.
One of those weaknesses is my inability to prioritise me-time, which became abundantly clear when we went into the second Sydney lockdown.
We were moving house and I was juggling a new-ish job working for myself, but I wanted to spend as much time with my children as I could.