Daddy!

Ok little bit of life story behind all this ... grab a hot drink and a biscuit and sit for a while.

... got it? Sorted? Need to go too the toilet first? Ok - I'll wait.

I met B/Hubby on a website. Its wasn't a dating website, before you ask. It was a "helping/support" site because my life was falling apart. I'd come out of a nasty relationship and needed support. I needed friends. I didn't have any real life friends because I'd moved to a different part of England and I didn't have a home or any stuff to move. Since I'd been the one to break-up the relationship I was also the one to move out, even though all of the stuff was mine. He kept it all. Trust me it was messy.

So B and I talked every night, along with a few new found friends. I didn't tell them of my situation ... not wanting to burden other people. They just kept me sane with out knowing it. I helped them. Trust me, I'm stubborn and very independent.

We chatted for about 3 months. During which time we realized there was a click. A little fire between us. Me staying up late to talk with him, or him getting up early to talk with me. We found ways around the crazy 8 hour difference. It killed our body clocks but it was possible. Eventually we came to the decision that I should visit him in the USA. I could just close my life in that part of England, go on a long holiday and go back too the UK to start again. Simple. It would also tell us if we had that spark in real life. Tell us if our happy dreams of possible love were true.

So plans were arranged. 3 months out in the USA. Relaxing, sampling new cultures, enjoying myself ... finding myself. I brought the tickets. Moved out of that apartment with the ex. Closed my life. Said my goodbyes too friends, scouts, Reiki-momma, childhood friends - so on and so forth.

At that point it didn't matter if he could have been an axe-murderer. My life was over. Scary I know. It was a messed up time for me and the little refuge B gave me was all I could count on in the future. He'd helped me through so much. Spiders, crying, the dreaded Ex, Scout planning, money advice. I'd helped him too. He'd also come from a bad relationship and was down on his luck.

Saying goodbye too England and my family wasn't hard. Only tears I cried were when I left my Daddy standing at the gate (shucks - getting tearful now) and the next day when I got horribly home-sick.

The airport was fun. They'd overbooked the flight. British Airways. I'd expected more from them but apparently it was just procedure. So my space, my chair, wasn't confirmed. I had to wait for nearly 1 hour, roughly 15 mins before the plane was due to take off, to find out if I would be on this plane or the next one. Luckily there was space but now I had only 15 mins to say my very last goodbyes. Of course I hugged my sisters, who were crying like wet-sponges and my mother, pretty much the same way. I gave my brother a huge hug - love him to bits - the rotten sod. He gave me a leather bracelet.

Bearing in mind each of these hugs took a good couple of minutes each, cutting in to the 15mins before the plane would take off. I would need to run too the plane, even though I didn't know the way.

Last to hug was my Daddy. He knew he wouldn't see his daughter again. He knew there was a flame. He saw that twinkle in my eye - that this was IT (ok - now comes the tears) This was the last time in a long while that he would see his daughter and that he couldn't even grab 1 minute with her. 1 measly minute. So much unsaid. His first born. The only one he'd gotten to name.

He hugged me quickly then pushed me towards the x-ray machine, the first part I needed to go through. He told me "Go. You've not got long. Just remember - You are very much loved Mole."

I looked back desperately through the throngs of crowds as I made my way through the x-ray machine. No sight of him or my family. Gone. On too a new life. Who knows what the future holds. Would they even still be alive next time I see or hear from them? Would I?

During the 3 months B and I found out the spark was real. I got married to B at the end of those 3 months, on the day I was supposed to fly back. 27th of October 2007. I never went back too the UK. B never met my Daddy, or family. Of course they'd spoken over Skype. Heck - B even asked him for my hand in marriage - and he agreed and gave blessings. But they never met.

Here ends my story.

3 years its been now. 3 full years. I haven't seen my Daddy or family. Well - good news - he is coming to see us this Friday for 2 weeks. After so long I will be able to get that proper hug from him. To share another cider. To sing in the kitchen like we used too. To lark about like idiots. To perhaps get drunk lol. To reminisce over the my time in the UK. For him to finally meet my B. My knight in shining armor. My hubby.

So I do apologize for not being here that much. I will still try and get some replies in. You may even see a special poem from the both of us - since he is also an amazing writer. Of course there will be photos too

In the mean time ... keep haunting.

Love

Ref, I am overjoyed to hear you are meeting family again. It is a wonderful feeling, many stories to tell... take care You know you have our blessing.

Thankies guys I'm sure you'll here plenty of funny stories from me whilst he's here

Right now we're going crazy cleaning! Our apartment has never smelt so good! hehe.

Good news guys!

Daddy arrived safely -- if very tired. He tells me Vancouver airport sucks lol. We did the whole slow-motion run and hug thing and yes there were lots of tears and even an old childhood teddy he'd brought with him. He also hugged B and introductions were made.

So far we've not really done that much.

Went to the County Fair (he made it for the last weekend it was here) Ate lots of really good food, brought home gummy-candy and wall-hangings for the apartment (Cloud from Final Fantasy and Alucard from Hellsing *swoon*) We even got to watch the turkey-stampede, piggy racing and Blacksmithing story. I brought a Unicorn Shoe for the apartment. Its really cute and in the shape of a heart.

The lady story-teller even gave me a dragons tear with a spell on it (shiny glass pebble) "Plenty of fortune, a long life and a good man," to which I told her I already had a good man

Then went on to drink lots of American beer, white-Russian's and sex-on-the-beach at the local pub. Where he did all the old rugby songs and dirty jokes for my friends. Stayed up mega late.

Next day we took it all pretty slow. Did the usual Sunday shopping with Daddy, while he marveled at all the new stuff in American supermarkets. Said he would cook us a traditional Sunday roast while he's here (which B is over the moon about) He ended up crashing because of jet-lag. Slept for a good 15hours while we watched "Big Lebowski" and had more white-Russian's.

During which time I got a phone call from my sister in Oz-land. She has around 3 weeks left of pregnancy and it could happen ANY DAY NOW! I'm so excited. First baby of this generation. She'll make a good Mommy.

Going to Venice Beach (CA) on Wednesday probably. Planning on Universal for Friday. Looking after a friends doggies next week, so gonna get lots of licks and walkies in. Plans are pretty loose and will probably change but I will keep you all updated on the fun we are having Maybe even a photo or 2.