Eleven years ago today, the Mr and I were ‘hitched’ at the Wandsworth Town Hall in London, because if we wanted to see if we wanted to be together, then this Australian needed a visa. As we exchanged a just-married, Leap of Faith kiss, the strains of a Monty Python musical masterpiece could be heard, catching the guests a little off guard...
Always Look On The Bright Side of Life
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you’re chewing on life’s gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...(etcetera)
No Whitney Houston for us, this song seemed just right – appropriate even – as much as it does eleven years down the track. Although I suppose there’s a whole measure of appropriate and I did get married in a reddest-red dress.
I reckon it’s been our trickiest year yet: more to juggle, too many curve balls to deal with, too much time together with most of the work happening from home and amongst the day-to-day. And then not enough time, only together, to remember how it is to be, well, us.
Today is glorious. We’ll get the inevitable navigation-themed, clear-the-air argument over, as soon as we drop the kids off at Grandma and Grandad’s. Then it’s a lazy lunch involving a vineyard, a summer breeze and no need to be any place in particular, the Mr and me, until tomorrow morning.
This is a photograph of my Mr, my mother’s hand and me. We don’t have many pictures of our wedding (particularly with my mother’s hand) and many are questionably composed, entirely unflattering and shot with a flash as darkness descended at 4pm on a dreary, wintry day. They are all the more precious for their scarcity. This is the one taken as Our Song played.
I hope you have a whistling, bright-side-of-life weekend too.
And just in case you haven’t whistled along yet, here it is, for your convenience...