On this very day, twelve years ago, we met in a bar on a Cambodian beach. I couldn’t resist sharing this photo of us; less than one week in and looking rather fresh faced!
Our relationship was supposed to be a short lived holiday fling, but it was clear from the outset that we were always going to be much more than that. We tried to break up in our early years, but couldn’t actually go through with it. Fortunately by the time we exchanged vows, half a decade to the day after meeting, we had ironed out a lot of the creases and were doing pretty well.
Although this anniversary isn’t a ‘big one’, it is rather significant, for it marks seven years of marriage. There is much said about surviving the so-called seven year itch, but I don’t think there is anything to be worried about. The real challenge isn’t surviving year seven, it’s surviving life yet continuing to smile. No mean feat in our house.
We’re trying hard not to bicker over the silly things, but it’s not as easy as it sounds is it my love? I’ve noticed that our biggest argument trigger is getting ready to head out of the house. No matter how organised we appear to be, we always end up running down the road, otherwise missing our train. Every. Single. Frigging. Time!
The kids of course add a phenomenal amount of stress day to day. I read a fascinating article on how autism parents have to deal with similar stress levels to soldiers in combat! Ouch, but it does make perfect sense. I couldn’t leave the a word out of this note could I? It’s all-encompassing isn’t it? We are learning though, and finding ways to win more and more. Repeat after me: the days are long, but the years are short. The days are long, but the years are short. The days are long, but the years are short.
There’s no way to dress it up, sometimes we’re just plain broken. Let’s face it, prolonged sleep deprivation on the level we endure will get in the way of any relationship. Not to mention love life. It says a lot that we have to pay hundreds of pounds to sleep in a hotel to get some romance. Not that I’m complaining; I cannot wait to escape for our second ever child-free 24 hours tomorrow. The spa and massage will definitely go some way to help recharge these tired old batteries.
In spite of our faults though, it’s quite apparent that we couldn’t live without each other, even if we wanted to. But, you know what? I’m totally comfortable with admitting that.
Sending you so much love on this special day,
Your wife xxxx