Tuesday, June 29

Eight years ago

This time eight years ago I was slightly drunk (as I am now), dancing wildly and singing badly to whatever the band was playing, clutching the man I had married just a few hours earlier. I remember the heady frivolity of that night, and the many similar nights that have followed, with great fondness.

I am lucky that I found the right man and he stuck around long enough to think I was the right woman. In spite of all our many flaws, we are still happiest in each other's company and for that I am hugely thankful.

Happy Anniversary grumpy old man. x

1 comment:

Tooting Squared said...

Happy anniversary!

So eight years ago I got dressed in the middle of a quiet residential street ...