I
had the good fortune to celebrate a wedding anniversary and birthday
last weekend. The former was a quarter of a century and twelve moons as a
dear friend so beautifully put it in a card and the latter was five
decades and a half. While the numbers are a little unnerving, they are
certainly something to be very proud of.
What is even more significant to me is
that I can still remember the emotions I felt on the day I got married
and comparing it to how I feel today about my spouse, the only
difference is in the depth, quality and understanding, all of which are
much richer, heightened and of a superior quality. I find this indeed
something to celebrate. People tend to ask couples who have been married
for long periods what their secrets are. I always find it an odd
question because by virtue of the word secret, that would suggest it is
not something you want to share. Besides, one couple’s successful
ingredients may not work for another couple.
We were further blessed to have our
wonderful children, close family and dear friends share this happy time
with us. As the evening wore on and we got more relaxed and happier (if
you know what I mean), the conversations also got more interesting and
polarised. There were different camps, some spoke about politics and the
state of the nation. While others held dialogue about family life and
the difficulties in making ends meet. The camp I belonged (which I
considered the most interesting), entered into that murky, complex
discourse about how men and women relate.
