We have two wedding anniversaries. We like having two wedding anniversaries. It’s good to have twice as many things to celebrate.
This year marked seven years of wedded bliss. And it has been blissful, most of the time. We can’t escape the ups and downs any life throws at you, but there’s far more good than bad to look back on.
This time seven years ago we woke up in our own house, and ate sausage sandwiches while listening to the morning radio shows and talking about going on honeymoon in a couple of day’s time. This day hasn’t started very differently – even the weather is similar. We’ve a night away to look forward to and a lifetime of adventures to enjoy.
I love being married.
We are married for six years now. It feels like we only got married a year ago, which I am assured is a very good thing indeed. We went to see a play and had dinner, which is exactly what we did last year to celebrate. This year we ate in the same place, but it has changed hands, for the better it turns out. We thoroughly enjoyed our second visit to Mr. Fox, the pre-theatre menu is great value and we had the same wine as last time.
The play this year was Private Lives, which is about two couples on honeymoon. This day six years ago I was packing for our honeymoon and I am extremely grateful our Private Lives haven’t turned out anywhere near as complicated as those of the characters created by Coward.
In 2004, George W. Bush was elected on my birthday, November 2nd.
In 2012, my husband and I marched in protest for the first time ever on November 17th following the death of Savita Halappanavar.
In 2015, in November we went to view the house that we would buy and in which we made our first home that was just ours together.
Today, it’s another cold November day and I’m thinking of myself and the other November days that have brought me happiness and that made me cry. I wish I could be a little less selfish but today I’m allowing myself to indulge in a lot of ‘what might have been’.
The year before I met my husband, this song was on fairly heavy rotation on the radio and for many reasons it was an earworm for me throughout that summer. I’ve heard it on and off since then and it kind of crept up on me lately because we celebrated five years of marriage earlier this month.
It feels nice being married for five years. The correct gift for five years of marriage is apparently wood and rather than rush and buy something wooden we’ve agreed to wait a bit and buy something more meaningful for our home once we’ve the time, money and inclination to think about home decor again.
I took the wood thing a little laterally when I organised our wedding anniversary date. I booked tickets to see a play, thinking that treading the boards was definitely in the wood-type area. Before the play we ate dinner in The Hot Stove, which was delicious and efficient. The waiting staff were really well briefed as they knew we were attending the play and as a result we had a relaxed meal as we knew they’d keep us on schedule. Nothing felt rushed and we liked the food a lot.
Then we celebrated our marriage by seeing a play about marital dysfunction of various hues. I love the Gate Theatre and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? is a classic. I did not, however, join in the inevitable standing ovation at the end. I’m perhaps a little curmudgeonly after five years of marriage, but the performances, while pretty good, didn’t merit an ovation.