Dearest Trenton…….

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Today is our ten year wedding anniversary. We promised each other that we would re-marry today, maybe in Bali, or somewhere with really cheap drinks! Being ten weeks pregnant with Poppy on our wedding day, meant it was a dry wedding for me…… but not for you Trenton. I am sure you drank enough for the two of us (or the four of us!) I remember the night before you were out with your six groomsmen…. and while I was being pampered (and throwing up with morning sickness) you were out partying like there wasn’t a wedding on the next day!!!! I know you paid for it all day until the evening of the 11th of August 2006 when we were to have the ceremony, and with me being already an hour late because I had to stop at the main house of Emu Bottom Homestead to spew and re-do my lipstick before we came to the old Slab Hut to marry, I’m sure this didn’t help you with your waiting in anticipation!! Here we would marry each other in front of three giant open fireplaces, a trillion candles, and all our family and friends. What a bloody wedding it was too……. still the best I’ve ever attended by far. Moving 20 metres away into the old Woolshed, which was also lit up by thousands of candles, decorated in native flowers and with a giant open fire place where our food would be cooked in front of us, it really was the wedding of my dreams. Your speech, as always, was hilarious, and full of love and adoration for me, Ruby and all of our family and friends. I will never forget you first calling me your wife….. I had dreamed of that day my entire life. (As your baby girls do now…… it’s a girl thing I’m sure.) Today I will remember only happy, wonderful memories of you. There was nothing I loved more than to call you my husband, and I know you felt the same about me being your wife. Life does not tell us what it has in store for us, but I know it’s irrelevant, as we lived as though we didn’t know how long we had anyway. I have no regrets with you Trenton, none. If I’d known you were leaving us at the age of 37, would I have done anything differently? No. Happy anniversary. XXXXX

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