Today, my husband and I celebrate our ten years together as husband and wife. We also got married on the anniversary of when we first met, 18 years ago. This is my husband. His name is Steven. His friends call him Captain, my friends call him Steve. He’s my rock. He’s what I believed a husband would be. Not every moment are roses. Not every moment is happiness. Most of our moments these days revolves around our three spirited kids. But I haven’t forgotten our promise to each other on that day we made ourselves each other’s kin, “I promise to honour you and tenderly care for you, to cherish and encourage your own fulfilment as an individual through all the changes in our lives.”
And there have been many changes and there’s no doubt there are more to come and through this I have no doubt he will continue to be my rock.
Steven, I still can’t believe that it’s been ten years since we said “I do” and 18 years since I saw you ogling and asking and asking and asking to buy me a drink. If there’s anything I can take from this, it is that you’ve proven yourself to be an adoring husband and father. 110% committed to doing everything for your family and determined never to forget the dreams we have. Even if those said dreams are not the same. Your dreams may involve your old Holden patiently waiting for your hands to restore it and my dreams is to travel the world photographing our journey, I know that we will complete them both together, side by side. I love you, my dear husband. My love. I honour you and the journey we have already endured. Even after all the words that I’ve said, good and bad, you know that I see us growing old together, running after our grandchildren and still fighting over how they should be taken care of. We will do this together because when it’s all said and done, marriage is a promise between two people. Thank you for keeping your promise. Love, your wife. x