I have just written a post and then deleted it. It was about today, our fourth wedding anniversary.
Every time I try to put into words how happy I am to be married to the husband, and how lucky I feel, it manages to read as either nauseatingly smug or saturated with sarcasm - depending on the internal tone of voice you choose to adopt. And, to be frank, I can't even fall back on the sex gag, it being our anniversary it just wouldn't be appropriate.
(I can't, for example, repeat the quip I made the other day after a disappointing meal out. "It wasn't very good, but it filled a hole" the husband grumbled, "I know exactly what you mean" I sighed. It was a JOKE - a rather good one I thought ... we only just made it to four years after that.)
So, instead of a post, I think my face on our wedding day sums up my feelings nicely.
Note: this was taken on the top of a double-decker London bus, hence the husband’s slightly awkward pose and the no smoking signs. And our friend taking the photo was below us, my chin isn't that big in reality.
But the smile, I still feel like that today.
And it would churlish to point out that today is another anniversary. Four fruitless years...
Lets hope this anniversary is both the fourth of many, and the very last.