Gareth is not a love letters kind of bloke. He's not into date nights or romantic getaways. He doesn't buy flowers, "because if I did you'd know something was wrong".
He shows his love on a practical, everyday level. He takes the bins out, he fixes broken appliances, he brushes the cat, he does much of the housework, "because you're shite at it".
And he makes the best cup of tea. If I'm on the phone to Rhi or Mum or a client, he'll pop in and wordlessly hand over a fresh brew. That is love, that is life, in my book.
Awhile back after watching Stranger Things, he was absolutely appalled to find out I've never seen a bunch of classic 1980s movies, such as Alien, Gremlins, Goonies, Ghostbusters and Back to the Future. What can I say? I never went to a cinema until I was 14. #farmlife
A couple of weeks later a parcel arrived in the post. It was a DVD copy of Ghostbusters.
Inside was a brief note:
That was the most romantic thing ever! He had 1) remembered a conversation that happened weeks earlier and 2) actually spent money on something #tightarsescotsman.
I will treasure it forever. Also, how good is Ghostbusters!?
(It was thirteen years on November 2 since we got together so forgive me, I'm feeling mushy!)
Not long after I wrote the above, my grandmother passed away. While tidying up Nanny's house, the Mothership discovered a cache of love letters that Poppy wrote to his young sweetheart while doing his national service in the late 1940s.
Mum read me a letter in which Poppy described in great detail how much it was raining in Sydney (for an Aussie farmer, precipitation is always a top topic). There was talk of a local dance. And he hoped Nanny was getting over her 'flu, but remember Daphne, these things take time to run their course.
The best bit was that he signed off with very enthusiastic declaration of love, followed by dozens of tiny hearts drawn into an inch-wide smiley-face shape. He did that on every letter.
So wonderful to find out my tough cookie grandparents were such lovebirds. Swoon.