We’ve been married 13 years today. Not bad for any couple; really, under a multitude of circumstances, pretty good for us, because they’ve not exactly been the smoothest of years. I’d have given a lot, 3 years ago, to know we were going to get to 13 years: it wasn’t something that looked certain at 10, that’s for sure.
But here we are, 13 years on, still happy, still on the same page, still in love and together and best of friends.
It’s kind of sad to be able to have champagne too; if you don’t follow my twitter feed, you won’t know that that little bit of hope has come to a non-viable nothing 🙁 as we discovered when we had a quick peek inside a week ago. Unfortunately it has been not really there since almost the beginning and even more unfortunately, my body has yet to work that out, so we face another bit of the roller coaster of procreation over the next week. I’m more okay than you might think. There is some comfort that it happened, the 3 weeks of thinking all was well was terrifying and in some ways not being on the path after all is a relief. I’m not sure what that says about where we go from here.
So here’s to us. Still standing. Due some luck. Still in love. We’ve come a long way in these last 3 years, a long way since last year even. And that is a good thing.