The first time I set eyes on the man who was to become my husband, I thought to myself…….
“What an eejit”.
We were travelling by bus from Dublin to Belfast airport, to begin a two week holiday in Cyprus. I was a student nurse at the time and myself and five friends were in top form as we set off . A short while later the bus stopped unexpectedly. The doors opened and we heard a very strong Cork/Kerry accent ask “Is this bus going to Belfast?”.
Most of the passengers laughed out loud. We watched as one of the two young men got onto the bus. He was on crutches, and seemed oblivious to the other one, who was struggling with a very large suitcase. We later discovered that they were late because they had got caught up watching the All Ireland Football Final, and had lost track of the time, as well as underestimating the distance the pub was from the bus and the speed of a fella on crutches!
As it happens, in Cyprus, we were staying in the same resort as these two young men. Over the next few days we saw each other a number of times, and if truth be told, on the fourth or fifth sighting love struck.
That was over two decades ago, and despite all that life has thrown at us, I can safely say, for myself anyway, very little has changed. Yes at times I look at him, and see the salt and pepper in his hair, which tells me he has indeed aged. Yet mostly I see, that self same young man, with the friendly eyes,cheeky grin, and laid back approach to life, who I first saw on crutches, getting onto the bus many years ago. And I am happy to say love has endured.
However on many other occasions I look at him, just like I did that first day, and think….
“What an Eejit!”.