Ten years ago,
Since then, we’ve cooked in three kitchens
Travelled to Singapore so many times we’ve lost count
Gallivanted through parts of Western Australia, South Australia, Victoria and New South Wales
Made two beautiful babies
Loved and laughed
We didn’t get much chance to make it a big celebration this anniversary. Visits from family overseas and interstate was one reason. And then there was the rather tiny matter of birthing a whole other human being and being severely sleep-deprived as a result.
And yes, part of me wants to knuckle down and get real Deep and Meaningful about my marriage at this time of year. Part of me wants the big fanfare to mark this significant milestone. Ten years! It should mean something. I want to tell him how he’s changed me. I want to tell him how I never want some things about him to ever change. I want to tell you that there were rough bits and boring bits and tough bits, but they were few and far, faaar between the absolute comfort and joy and love and certainty and assurance I get to enjoy every day. Every. Day.
It’s been a real privilege being a wife and from that, a mother. Ten years! Thank you, God.
Happy 10th Anniversary, Tony. I love you.