By Monday, 13th of June 2022, we will have been married 30 years. Just under ½ our lifetimes. 93% in London. 87% with children. 53%+ playing tennis. 50% with our master cat, Blaze. 27% as empty nesters.
The rest of the stuff of a 30-year marriage – the worries, the squabbles, the smiles about something no one else knows about – is a secret.
Happy anniversary to my furiously annoying husband strangely accountable for a good part of those smiles.
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