A special day. Our anniversary. We’ve been together for 20 years this year. Oh my, that sounds so grown up. It must be. He is the bookshop boy and I am the girl with the standing order for The Economist. He set my heart aflutter with his spectacles and beautiful cheekbones. I was a history student – I must have been somewhat appealing but you know, he’s a boy so he doesn’t spell it out like me. I think it must have been my bookishness and enthusiasm :-)
Now, we have a cosy, lovely home – full of who we are. We have a beautiful daughter – she’s the sum of us. We have big dreams of where we want to go. We are working hard to get there.
Abby is wearing a glorious silk dress my grandmother sewed in the ’60s – oh she looked so beautiful … and after an initial teenage hesitation, loved it so, she didn’t take it off until bedtime!
And this is the orange silk skirt I wore for our wedding … lined with purple … Scarlett’s Pagan Orange and Ecclesiastic Purple … good thing it’s wrap around so it still fits after all these years!
I could be less bower birdish. He could do more housework. But we are so pleased to come home to each other every evening and when one of us is away, the other feels quite lost and lonely. ‘Cause we surely are the family that plays together, stays together.
Yesterday – he surprised us. Lunch reservation at Gill’s Diner in the city. A very quirky, yummy restaurant tucked down one of Melbourne’s dingy alleys. We ate well and laughed.
Last night – a long promised chocolate fondue for Abby. It was especially apt last night – something had to make up for the delicious (or so we grown ups thought!) fennel and courgette souffle Julian cooked for supper.
Another lovely 21st day of April … for which I am so very grateful.