After 18 years together, this couple went out for a very important dinner.
My husband and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary at a fancy restaurant. After he ordered an expensive bottle of wine, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his gift to me. It was a handwritten list of treasured memories from our marriage. Memories, he said, that reminded him of how much we belonged together.
I glowed and held his hand as he read them to me. Some memories I had long forgotten, like the deep embarrassment that accompanied our first and only visit to a nude beach. Others were stories we told over and over because they touched our hearts.
I met Russell a few days after I had decided to move cities, back to my hometown. We had been dating casually for about three weeks. I kept agonising over my decision to leave.
One night, we were returning to his apartment after a date. “I really should move home,” I said. “And it’s too late to change my plans now.” He stopped fiddling with the key and turned to me, exasperated but smiling. “You could keep debating about this, or… you could stay here and be happy with me.”
That sentence ushered in the next 20 years of my life.
My husband folded the list of memories and put it back in his pocket. We had more important things to talk about. Like where each of us was going to live and how we were going to break the news of our pending divorce to our kids.