Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Today is a birthday...

The first time she remembers meeting him was in the park above the city. It was summer, and so bright, so hot. She'd spent the last few months in a faraway cold place, where the sun shone hesitantly. She could hardly believe that the light here could be so strong that it washed out even the brightest colours of the day. This sun made summer photos look older than they were, washy and overexposed in a way that lent itself to nostalgia.

He was young and quiet, with big brown eyes and even bigger mop of brown hair. He wore a striking, colourful and slightly ridiculous hat, in the way that teenagers do. He got shy and ducked his head when she tried to take a photo of him. She still has that photo somewhere, just the top of his head and his funny hat.

They sat in the dappled shadows of gum trees and looked out at the river and the city beside it. She can't remember what they talked about, probably music and school and other such nonsense, the gaps in their awkward conversation filled by their chatty and outgoing mutual friend.

You never know which days will turn out to be the ones that matter a lot.


Along with another couple of friends, they formed a close gang and spent all summer together. They listened to the Reindeer Section and Múm and Belle and Sebastian and sometimes they played their own music together.

She loved him without really realising it – she wrote him a birthday card that looked like a love letter, although she didn't notice until she looked at it years later (he had kept it in a cardboard box all that time). They spent lots of time in the sun being young and happy and free. 

When one of their friends left, they kissed.


To be honest, she was still a melodramatic teenager sometimes. She was quite clingy and whiny and needy, but he put up with all of that and thankfully, it made her a better person.


They broke up one time. He felt like he wanted to experience life before he settled down with one person forever. She understood, and wanted him to be happy, but she was sad about not being with him. When she cried that night, he was the one who held her – maybe that's not how it usually works, but he was the only one who really understood how she was feeling.

He realised he wanted to be with her, and she realised that was all she wanted, too.
They were both lucky people.


They lived in an old house with floorboards (and mice that lived underneath them). After a series of flatmates, they finally ended up alone and together. They spent boxing day in their underwear and watched movies and danced.

She went back to the cold place to visit, and she missed him. He missed her, too, so much that he tried to melt himself into a beanbag to lure her back. They talked on the phone sometimes. One time in particular she was upset and horrified and wanted desperately for him to be there. She was a mess, but she felt better knowing that he was in her life and in the world, even if he was far away.


They played music together. For years. They toured and recorded and played shows and made video clips. They got to do so many exciting things, and they got to do them together. Lucky.


They moved across the world and he met her family who still lived in the cold place. They all loved him, because he was noble and good and loveable and would never say no to more coffee.
The cold place felt warmer when he was there with her. It felt more like home.

They rode their bikes out of town, and she whined and moaned about how hard it was. After all that, he still asked her to marry him. She was incredibly surprised and wonderfully happy.


Their wedding was the best week of her life, and it was the best wedding she's ever attended. Their families and closest friends came with them to Iceland, and they ate and drank and danced and laughed together. It was a beautiful time.


They are looking forward to when they can move to the cold place, and get a house and a dog and a kitten and make a baby. He is the most beautiful and wonderful person she's ever known, and she's hoping that they can keep doing things that they love together for the rest of their lives. 
He is her home and her happiness, and she hopes to stay forever.


Maja said...

That's beautiful Olga :) So poetic. Happy birthday to Ross!! xoxoxox

Vicki said...

It is difficult to type through the tears, love you both...the house and the dog and the kitten and the baby are not too far away.

northern musings said...

OH crap, why did I read this at work, there are tears streaming down my face - I hope no one walks in!!! That was just so beautiful Olga! Can´t wait to have you guys here in that cold place.... I will try and convince Freyja that she has to have puppies..... she may listen when I tell her you guys will take one of them!

Anna said...

Damnit Olga, you made me cry!

I love you guys.

Anonymous said...

Wow! I am crying! You're amazing and you and Ross are amazing and so blessed to have one another, definately meant to be. Happy birthday Ross, I am the luckiest mother in law. Love you lots.

olga said...

Thank you, my lovelies. That's me, spreading tears throughout the world, one lady at a time.


Gunnsa said...

Sætt blogg - Til hamingju með "kallinn"

s said...

arg you guys! so sweet. happy birthday to diblanko and happy regular day to you.