Twenty-five years ago I married a man who held me close, who dried my tears, who made me laugh – even in the aftermath of a cycling accident in the middle of nowhere in the south of France…
Nothing’s really changed, except GW’s hair isn’t quite so red any more and I may be a tad shorter.
Here’s to another twenty-five years – and just as many adventures!
Happy anniversary, my love. (You’re still my gorgeous hero.)