Tomorrow is my fifth wedding anniversary. Five years ago today I was anticipating walking down the aisle to say my vows. It seems to have flown by in a flash of busy days, sad days, laughter-filled days, worry-filled days and, of course, love-filled days.
Yet actually, there is no ‘of course’ when it comes to love – it isn’t a given that binding, lasting love follows on from ‘I do’. Love, like all good things in life, takes work – lots and lots of hard work.
Because life is messy; the good and bad lie in glorious juxtaposition. It is a charmed life indeed that doesn’t suffer at least a sprinkling of stress, I believe it’s how we deal with that stress that makes for a strong marriage.
How do Mr Chic and I deal with the bad days? We laugh – a lot! And talk – even more! We decided early on in our relationship to be open about our feelings, to not let worries and anger fester. We both know that we can air our grievances and that we will be listened to with care and respect.
So far this tactic has worked, so much so that in the eight years we have been together we have only had two arguments. Now that’s not saying there is anything wrong with a gold old barney, I know some couples who positively thrive on a shouting match once in a while. But it’s not for us.
It hasn’t been the easiest five years: a broken back and neck, a broken derrière, the death of close relatives, moving to Yorkshire, some seriously lean times, a suspected heart attack. Yet, despite the crap that life has thrown at us, the last five years have genuinely been the happiest of my life. If we get a run of really good luck, I may very well explode with joy!
Despite the rough patches, there have been some major highlights in the last five years. When we crack open a bottle later this evening we’ll be toasting to:
- Our daughter getting engaged
- The birth of this blog
- Achieving our dream of traveling across Europe in a soft top
- This blog being nominated for a UK Blog Award
- Starting a new software company
- Making new friends
- Putting the house on the market (in order to move back to Wales)
- Mr Chic making a full recovery
That’s a whole lot to be thankful for. But if you’re listening universe, bring on the unlimited joy – risk of exploding or not, I’ll take my chances!
Above: slideshow of our wedding.
Looking back, it’s hard to believe how much I have evolved. I had already began my journey to become the real me before meeting Mr Chic, but he’s definitely eased the transition from ‘sad little bird’ to ‘slightly demented out of tune nightingale’. And for that, I will be forever grateful.
And if your reading this husband of mine know this – you are, and will forever be, my soulmate. We have faced dark times, but we have faced them together, as we always will. You have my heart, my gratitude and my future. I will love you, always!
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.