June 18, 2010

Our Wooden Anniversary

Five years ago, Stuart and I got married in the Northwest of England following a fourteen month sojourn in Japan, and two weeks after our wedding, we moved to Canada. Our wedding was the wedding of my dreams for many reasons, not least of which were the blazing sunshine and the friends and family all around us. But most of all, it was the wedding of my dreams because I married Stuart, who I like better than perhaps anyone, whose company I’ve never grown tired of, who I’m so lucky to  begin every day with, who was always very understanding when I shouted terrible things when the baby was new and life was terrible, who doesn’t protest when I decide to bake a pie late at night and even does the washing-up, who goes out on pomegranate errands to satisfy my whims, who is my favourite co-pilot, who is funny even when I’m not overtired (but particularly hilarious when I am), who goes to work so I don’t have to, who gets up in the morning with the baby and lets me sleep in, and who last month left work early in order to buy me a new bathing suit because mine had disappeared a half hour before swimming lessons started and the alternative was me going swimming in my underwear. He really is the best ever, the foundation of all my happiness, and my respect for him gets bigger all the time.