What I've learnt from thirty years of marriage

Thirty!!!!!!!

J and me, in New York City Hall, 2 April 1993

This weekend, we’ll have been married thirty years. Now I’ve written that down I need to pause and take a moment.

Thirty blimmin years. 3-0.

Firstly, how did I get to live that long?

Secondly, how did anyone put up with me that long?

Thirdly, how?!

They’re such weird things, wedding anniversaries. Something and nothing. And not something we usually bother with at all TBH. They don’t change anything, after all. They’re nothing more than the passage of time. Landmarks acknowledged without much fuss. Our wedding anniversary, on April 2nd (we picked the date mainly because it would have been a source of far too much amusement for our friends and family if we’d married on April 1st). Our “getting together anniversary” on July 4th. Those dates never pass unnoticed, but there’s limited fanfare, fuss – or flow…