This week we will have been married for nine years. Together for eighteen years in total. Blimey that makes me feel old. Our honeymoon was also our last solo holiday, Costa Rica. It’s a stunning country, almost entirely blanketed in rainforest, much of it virgin, and teeming with wildlife. It’s one of the greenest places I’ve ever been, in both senses of the word. From the showers with biodegradable soap and solar powered internet, to the colour of the enveloping forest, a greenness that’s intenseness is only broken when you stand on the beach and face the horizon. We even visited in the euphemistically named green season. Which meant the occasional heavy downpour and sunny tropical beaches all to ourselves. In one place we even had an entire hotel to ourselves. Sitting at the best table in the dining room watching the above volcano shooting fireworks into the night was breathtaking, but being hovered over by a gaggle of bored waiters somewhat killed the atmosphere.
By our first wedding anniversary, we had a three month old baby. We nervously went out alone for lunch in our local pub, while a friend watched our sleeping infant at home. I spent the entire ninety minutes checking my watch and feeling like someone had chopped off one of my limbs.
We’ve had more successful anniversaries since then, and have even made it out in the evening a few times. More recently, our anniversary has often fallen during half term, so it’s been spent battling bracing weather on British beaches.
Next year will be our tenth, which feels like a big milestone. We shall be somewhere in South East Asia. Anyone fancy babysitting three angelic children?
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