Dear blog readers, twenty years ago this week I married my husband.
In those twenty years, we’ve had three children. We’ve spent quite a few days in the Royal Children’s Hospital, once with our five-year-old son when I was eight-months pregnant with our second son, and once with our nine-month baby girl when she had a major operation on her skull.
We’ve had our fair share of arguments – one was over the most important matter of cutlery! We’ve completed three post-graduate degrees between us, while working full-time – the non-studying one was always responsible for grocery shopping.
We’ve lived in four houses. We’ve discussed budgets, holidays, car problems, schooling, books, parenting philosophies, new recipes, work issues, movies and whether this picture should be hung higher or lower.
We’ve supported each other through career challenges, creative endeavours and minor health issues. We’ve cooked many meals and washed many dishes, flipped coins over whose turn it was to iron the school uniforms and painted the interior of a house together.
We’ve sung in the car on road trips, browsed in many, many bookshops, reminded each other that the car needs petrol. We’ve pulled out weeds in the garden, and had finance meetings while pushing our kids on swings at the park. We’ve sat on separate couches to watch the Anzac Day footy – I sit with the kids, barracking for the Bombers – he cheers on the Pies from the other side of the room!
In the middle of the night, one of us has gotten out of bed to soothe the crying baby, saying, ‘You stay in bed, I’ve got this.’ We’ve reminded ourselves – sometimes through gritted teeth – that love is a decision!
Can a marriage be summed up in text messages?
- don’t forget milk on the way home
- have a day of greatness!
- what time is Mr 13’s game?
- when do I have to pick up Miss 10 from the party?
- good luck with your meeting – you’ll rock it
- love you
- did you book in Mr 8 for the school disco?
- I believe in you
- may your words flow
- I didn’t know I had to – I thought you were doing that!
- you’d better leave work now – roast lamb and red wine for dinner!
- how far away are you? I needed to go five minutes ago!
- miss you
In our wedding ceremony, we played the song, ‘Storybook love’, from one of our favourite movies, The princess bride. The chorus goes like this:
My love is like a storybook story
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel.
I’m grateful our love is as magical and happily-ever-afterish as a fairy-tale, yet solidly grounded in the realities and challenges of modern family life. My kind of story.
* The title of this post comes from a line in Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.