Terri-Lynn

You may or not remember us. When we were 12 weeks pregnant you serenaded us while we slow danced at the Carleton where we live in Halifax. But just in case I'll remind you. Our story is long and convoluted, the way very good love story is. Matthew and I met when I was in university, I was roommates with his best friend. We instantly became close, going on crazy adventures together. I actually had a "Matt lent adventure bag" packed at all times in my closet, because I often only had a few minutes to get ready before we were taking off adventuring. We were only friends, nothing ever happened, but I loved him with my whole heart right from the start. After Matthews' mother passed away in 2003, he needed some time to himself, so he went to Australia to find himself. I supported him, hoping that while we was away he would realize we were meant to be together. When he came home, he was still emotionally unavailable, we had a bit of a fight, and stopped talking. I moved away to Saint John NB to go to school, but also to get away the heart ache. While away, Matthew met someone else and got married. When I moved back to Halifax, we slowly started to become friends again. Except this time, Matthews' wife decided she didn't like me or our friendship so she forbade us from seeing each other. In fact she cheated on him and said it was because she was so upset about our friendship. So once again, we didn't see each other for a few years. This time when we found each other again, it was I who was in the relationship. In fact, Matthew was leaving his wife, but I was leaving for BC to be with my boyfriend who was in the navy. I few months before I was supposed to leave, MBF, you were here in the city, again playing at the Carleton, and Matthew and I came to see you play. I knew who you were, and I knew Matthew just needed to hear your music. He says that after hearing, "love is an easy thing to miss" he needed to tell me how he actually felt about me. 3 weeks before I was supposed to move, I went to Newfoundland to see my grandparents, and when I came back, Matthew had taken a shuttle to meet me at the ferry in Sydney. Somewhere on the 5 hour drive back to Halifax, in the mountains of Cape Breton Nova Scotia, Matthew Donald Lent told me he loved me. That he had loved me for 12 years and wanted to be with me. But that he wasn't asking me not to go. He would wait for me for the rest of his life but he knew that we would be together someday. I told him I needed to go, because I couldn't have a life of what ifs. The day before I was due to move, Matthew left, with my car to drive to BC, all alone. An hour before my flight, I put my then boyfriend, on a flight to BC by himself. I phoned Matthew who was now in Quebec, and told him to come home. That I chose him, and I was staying right where I was. After 12 years, we had finally found each other. That was almost 3 years ago, and 2 weeks ago we celebrated our sons first birthday. Like every couple, we have our ups and downs. But or highs outweigh our lows, more good days then bad. We work hard every day for a love that was 12 years in the making, and 100% worth the wait. I love him more and more every day, first as a friend, then as my lover, and now as the father of my child.