Our 10th anniversary
It was ten years ago today—June 27 1998–that I met David in a nightclub called G.A.Y. at the London Astoria. He was 19 years old, I was 31. You never know what the future holds, but the night we met I had a feeling, and so did he, that this one was going to be a keeper…
While clearing out the garage this past week, I reacquainted myself with the contents of a briefcase in which we keep our most precious documents—not bills and receipts, but Valentine’s Day and birthday cards we’ve sent to one another down the years. Alongside all of those, a handwritten note from my beloved, dating back to the day after we met, is one of my own most treasured possessions. David’s enthusiasm and happiness at having met me shines through what he wrote, both in the words he chose and between the lines, the hope of seeing me again and taking things further. Of course he did see me again, later the same week. And again, and again, and again.
tags: anniversaries, handfasting, love, marriage, relationships, weddings
