Yes, it is time for soppy.
Three years ago today things were officially Messy. Plus I had the hangover from hell. Being 30, asking my mum to collect me from a random man's flat in a tiny skirt, borrowed t-shirt, and barefoot to take me to collect my children from their father whilst massively hungover... not my classiest hour.
But what came from it has brought me many days of happy. Not just Furball, but a whole group of friends, a new family, and a renewed sense of self that I'd forgotten I ever had.
Our first "coupley" photo from before we were actually together - the evening had been spent talking (and totally not kissing anyone else... shhh)