For blogging sake.

I think I’m still trying to understand what I want this blog to be. Term has ended, my LGBT Convenor duties are mostly done for the year (YOU’RE NEVER REALLY OFF THE CLOCK) (I am doing some planning for LGBT(QIAP) focus groups for the new year in September where I’ll go from campus to campus feeding people pizza and asking them what it is they want from their student union/how the SU can make their time at university better/easier/happier/more supportive).

Last weekend was my mother’s wedding. Her and my step-father have been in love 30 years but waited 20 before they got together because they were in different marriages. It was one of those perfect days where everyone laughed all day, drank and ate too much -there was even some impromptu dancing. 

*I did however get a surprising amount of my mother’s friends come up to me and say “You’ve turned out so well in the end, Geo”  -I’ve decided not to over analyse that. Much.

This was the fourth wedding of the year. There’s two more before SUPERNORMAL FESTIVAL then two after. The last one happens to be two of my best friends getting married & I’m dead chuffed to be involved in the service itself.

I guess since it’s been a very wedding-y few months I think I’ll just post my speech from my mum’s wedding for now. I’m pretty loved-up myself at the moment so I don’t mind sharing it.

When I was younger, I asked Jem when it was that he knew he loved my mother. He told me the story of years ago; they had arranged to meet at the Mud Dock Café for a cup of coffee. Jem (being the patron saint of punctuality) was there a little early and was already sitting on the balcony with a coffee and a paper. He clocked Anne-Marie’s car as she was driving around and trying to find a parking space. Since there were none available she drove about a quarter of a mile away to park. As she was walking up the road Jem said he remembers thinking “this woman has come all the way out here and is going out of her way just to see me”. He told me that was when he knew he loved her.

For years this story has stuck in my mind and I think it’s because of something Anne-Marie told me a few years ago: it’s not what you say but what you do that matters. We tell each other we love one another a lot, but it really is both the big and little ways that we show that love.

I remember a few weeks after our dog Sophie passed away Anne-Marie realised that the funny smell that she thought came from Jem (the one that she had never mentioned) was actually the dog.

Lasting love does not come from big declarations of affection, love puts up with bad smells, love walks the distance and most importantly: love has a sense of humour.

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