Hubby and I walked into the registry office and said
‘I do. He does. Where do we sign?’
Actually, it was a smashing day, recently documented in my trilogy of posts about My Wedding.
I managed to buy a card without him knowing as last year was the first that I hadn’t given him one, and he had got one for me. I felt awful!
It’s surprising though the number of people we know who don’t ‘do anniversaries’ anymore, either for themselves or anyone else.
Gone are the days when you had a pretty decent selection of any greetings or occasion card for a few bob. One of the reasons I started making my own was because I could find a lovely card with a naff verse, or a beautiful verse in an awful card. I used to write my own verses too, nothing too flashy or trite, but a well meant message on a personal level for the recipient.
When I got my box out last week, I was tempted to make one for Hubby for today. However, as he was sitting directly opposite me as I worked, it would defeat the object of surprise.
So on Friday, on the way to buying a pizza for lunch whilst Hubby was collecting the car, I popped into the card shop next door and browsed.
Like everything else these days, cards have become too commercialised and expensive, having lost the meaning and purpose of whatever the celebration.
It all appears so sterile and impersonal, these mass produced fold-over pieces of paper.
Or maybe I’m just cynical.
Anyway, today we celebrate 24 years of married life.
We’ve had our ups and downs, we’ve seen changes and made mistakes, but we have grown together as a couple, not apart as married individuals.
We’re happy, and we remember the important things, like saying ‘I love you’ to each other every day, a hand held here, a little peck there, and small hugs for no apparent reason.
Hubby gave me a lovely card but couldn’t afford to buy me flowers, so he picked this on his walk with the dog this morning.