Brad and I had our Marriage ceremony it was small and sweet.
The day after I became ‘Mrs’, my Gabi went off to summer camp and Brad and I went on our honey moon.
It was perfect.
Here was a man who liked what I did, who was able to be there yet give me space. A man whom I could respect and depend on. A man who respected me.
When we returned from our honeymoon at the end of July we had a whole Gabi free month to reorganise the house.
Brad made one of the rooms into a ‘man cave’ where he’d hide and watch Football, leaving me and Gabi to ‘bond’.
As every encounter I had with Gabi had been an emotional whirlwind, his decision to be out of the front line was brilliant.
When Gabi returned from camp our relationship with got lighter. I think because Brad was there, because I had someone else to ‘focus’ on, she felt ‘freer’.
I stopped picking out her clothes, telling her what to do, treated her more like an adult. I stopped being that hovering Mommy and Gabi seemed to like it.