Its been 15 years.
15 years of love and laughter.
Of fights and tears.
Of nagging and shouting.
Of a whole lot of loving.
Of one squirming mewling red faced parcel who now is a four foot know it all.
It’s been 15 years of being together
In the kind of way that makes being apart feel incomplete.
Its been 15 years that we have been man and wife.
Spouses. Mr and Mrs.
Bonded to each by the holy skeins of matrimony.
Shackled to each other by heavier chains of destiny
which drew us together, and kept us together
through an off chance glance at each other
on a crowded stairway in a college fest.
It’s been 21 years since that glance.
We have changed. You and I.
You have greyed. The laughter has faded from your eyes.
The worry lines have etched into your forehead.
I have thickened round the waist. And thinned on the scalp.
The hair is shorter, the sighs are longer.
The conversations are few, the silences are many.
The silences are comforting, there is no compunction to fill them up with words.
There is understanding in a glance.
There is a quiet comfort that doesn’t need extravagant demonstrations.
The love. It runs. Deep. Stronger than it ever could be.
Happy Anniversary darling husband.
Thank you for making this a great ride.