I've been away too long, I know...so sorry for leaving you hanging. Our house got hit by a frightening infection that we never got to identify, but was suspected to be Salmonella. Both my kids and my husband were very ill, but I was somehow spared. I spent a week and a half nursing my dehydrated patients; pretty scary, and draining. Thank God, all are healed now. 

​This is going to be a long one...take a seat. Now, where did we end last time...

We officially became an item on the 4th of July 2010. 
The next six months were the most joyous I had ever experienced. We spent every free moment together. He would come over to the hospital while I was on call, bringing me chocolate at 2 am in the morning. Other days he would pick me up when my shift was over at 8 am and take me for breakfast, then drop me home to sleep. I had a grueling but strangely light schedule; I worked 24-hour shifts.

You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes...
Song of Solomon 4:9
He called me two weeks later. I'd swiftly moved on; laughed about it with my roommate, and went on with my life. One Friday afternoon I was walking out of church from some kind of meeting, when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Wambui. It's Bryan."
*heart skips a beat* 
*jaw drops* 
"Bryan, Hi..." *please don't sound too eager Wambui.* 
"Are you free tomorrow?'
*mouth open, no sound coming out*
"I was wondering if you were interested in running the Mater Dettol Heart Run tomorrow?"​ (I worked at Mater Hospital so he was counting on staff attendance being mandatory. In truth, my boss had strongly advised those not on call to go and run, but I wasn't about to tell him that!).