For only the second time since we married in 2009, Kirsty and I find ourselves in the same country on our wedding anniversary. This is a relief. I was starting to worry that I was being sent some sort of overly elaborate hint.
We will be celebrating by wandering into Old Delhi later, finding a man called Karim, and feeding our face holes with meat.
Kirsty mentioned in her card that she’s looking forward to the next chapter. I am too. With the whole freelance thing less than two weeks away, this feels like the biggest new chapter in a long time. It’s one we’re entering together, daughter in tow. That’s an easy thing to forget, but a wonderful thing to remember.
Happy anniversary, lady.