I'm lucky enough to have a photograph of the precise moment when I realised I was falling in lurve.
There's a bit in the Dietgirl book in which Gareth is the only non-Aussie at a tea party and bravely volunteers join in a Vegemite Taste Test (page 201, UK ed.). Our friends Jane and Rory wanted to see if I could tell the difference between Australia and New Zealand-manufactured Vegemite so they made up some sample sandwiches.
- Frame 1 – Tentative sniffing of the samples.
- Frame 2 – Shauna takes the exercise very seriously while Gareth seems nervous to dive in.
- Frame 3 – Gareth is a blur of shock and awe as he takes his first bite.
- Frame 4 – Shauna is triumphant after correctly identifying the Kiwi Vegemite, while Gareth reels from the flava.
I felt stupidly happy throughout the whole exercise, marveling at how the seating-arrangements gods had conspired to let Gareth sit next to me that afternoon when there was at least one other chair and a whole floor he could have sat on instead. I stole little glances at his lovely forearms, tried to understand his accent and wondered if it meant something that I didn't want to be anywhere else.
That was August 2003. Little did we know that just a month later Gareth would be a Vegemite addict and eat nothing but Vegemite on toast for a whole week after his PhD grant ran out. Little did we know that 18 months later we'd be married. SUCKAS!
Today is our fourth wedding anniversary and Dr G will no doubt spew at the cheese level of this post but… I still don't want to be anywhere else. And furthermore, Vegemite RULES and is an excellent source of Vitamin B. Hurrah!