All The Small Things

So as you may have gathered from the heading, my lovely GM came with me this year to my friends house for a remix of last years New Years Bash! 

The night before, I went out to his place fairly late, and we had an amazing time (it was lovely to have the house to ourselves... love-a-ly). We didn't go to sleep until really late, and we were talking about New Years, and what the year had bought for both of us.

He said "Bet last year you weren't thinking that you'd be milking cows by the end of the year!"

Um, hell no. I didn't think lots of the things that happened this year would happen. I certainly didn't think that I would fall in love with this particular man, and find myself learning weird and disturbing things about cows. I didn't think that he would turn out to be the gem that he is, and that I would be this happy. I certainly didn't think that I would find a man who would love me as deeply and wholely as he does, and who would be willing to re-evaluate his life for me.

For his part, GM couldn't have forseen the accident, or the effects of that accident. He (like me) wouldn't have seen that it would have bought us together the way that it did. We agreed that that was pretty nice really - the coming together part.

Our plan was to meet at a certain crossroads (oddly, the one where he had the accident) at 7.30pm. But when I called him at 6.30pm to make sure that we were all still good to go, he says, yeah, I'm going to be late. I still have to go to town and get some drinks, then I thought I'd call past and see my mate on the way. Just go without me darl, and I'll get there eventually.

Needless to say, this did not fill my heart with joy. However, I thought that rather than being a bitch about it, I'd just let it go and see what happened.

So I arrived at the party, and started unpacking the car. My girlfriends stopped me halfway through though, and took me into the house and plied me with a beverage. They could see that I was upset, and I may have had a teeny tiny weeny little rant about how much it shirts me when people don't stick to the plans that they have made.

And next thing I knew, GM was there.

He'd skipped seeing his mate, and he pulled up in the driveway and got out his gear. Then he helped me set up our tent, and we had a little chat over by the car.

"I thought you were going to see *blah*?"

"I couldn't see his car, so I just kept driving."

I just had this feeling like he didn't really want to be there with me, that he'd rather be somewhere else. Out partying with HIS mates or something. So I asked him...

"Is there somewhere that you'd rather be tonight?"

"Well, yeah, actually there is." (heart leaps to mouth) "I wanted to stay home and go to sleep, I knackered. But I wanted to be with you, so here I am."

I feel awful then. I know that I'd kept him up all night the night before, and he was already exhausted from watering all night two nights earlier, plus he'd been on his own on the farm as his dad and brother both went away. And despite how tired he was, he'd made the effort to come for me.

So I stopped him and gave him a big kiss and cuddle and told him how much I love him.

We had a lovely quiet night, a delicious bbq dinner, and we played backyard cricket because it was far too cold to swim this year. Nicky had a lovely time, playing with the other kids, though none of them made it to midnight. I snuck in just after the big hand hit the twelve and gave her a kiss - it was awesome to have her with me for the night.

GM and I slept out in our tent, and he had to get up early to go milking. I slept in (like everyone else!) and we all got up and had breakfast together.

And then it started to rain.

Best start to the New Year - the only shame was that it was fitful, not particularly heavy rain. We need it to rain down heavy for about three weeks straight - but it was a start. Something to bring a little hope for the coming year.

Welcome 2007! May you bring joy, love and happy endings to us all.