Tomorrow is our first wedding anniversary. It’s been quite a year, all told. Including one wedding, one patch of unemployment, one agonising wait for a visa, one international move, and one global pandemic. I mean, We had some control over some of those things, but they all amounted to quite a big series of life-changes.
I look forward to a second year of marriage being full of fewer large-scale stress events. (From my mouth to God’s ear! – as the beloved characters from Fiddler on the Roof say.)
I’ve been thinking a bit about the things that we enjoy doing together, considering that for about 8 months of the past year, we have had the privilege of being less than 20 metres from each other. We love the different approach the other has to life. I am frequently thankful to Alex for the grounding effect he has on me. I think he is slightly less grateful to me for the uprooting and de-stablising effect I have on him, but in the long-term, he recognises that it’s good for him.
At the end of a year of marriage, and eight-plus years of being in each other’s personal bubbles, I can say that he inspires me, keeps me going when I feel like stopping, and is my best cheerleader.
We can play computer games, cook together and dance together – requiring communication and building our identity as a family. We are big dorks, who do food, tough conversation, collaboration and strategy.
We do it our way.
Day 38.
Writing song:
Everyday Adventures 