Last night the whole family went out to dinner to celebrate the fact that Fixit and I have been together for twenty years. (I think this means we must have started going out when we were children, because twenty whole years can't possibly be right! Not when I'm still this young.) The actual anniversary (of the party where he was brought along to be 'set-up with someone' and that someone totally got to give him their phone number by the end of the night) is on Friday, which is also my birthday, but I am nicking off early Friday morning to Craft Camp for the long weekend. (Best birthday treat I could have, Craft Camp. Fabulous company, food, drink and crafting, plus a bath and a massage planned. I am only sad that we won't be joined by a treasured member of our clan this weekend, owing to family circumstances.)
Anyway. We had a lovely time out at a local groovy Vietnamese restaurant last night. The food was delicious and the kids were excellent company. Impressively, Cherub was able to spot yet another poisoning attempt on his life before it came to pass, and politely-but-firmly declined the waitress' offer of chocolate or strawberry topping on his plain vanilla ice-cream. These would-be assassins must be so frustrated with Cherub's vigilance.
And twenty years, hey? Twenty really good years: lots of laughter, lots of kindness, lots of pleasure in each others' company. Annoyances and spats, yes, because living with other people brings that in its wake. (And men can be so annoying.) But always there for each other through illness and adversity and challenge and change. We never got married and set it out in public that we would do this, but we have. And best of all we can share the love with our two gorgeous boys, who light up our lives every day. So Happy Anniversary Mister Fixit. Here's to the next twenty xxx.
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