Marriage, goes the old joke, is not a word, it’s a sentence. This weekend I will be exactly 12 years into my term. In past years I have marked my wedding anniversary by revisiting photographs from my wedding day but lately I cannot do that without feeling a little sad.
The couple in the photographs seem so much younger, better looking and less knackered than we both are today. I look at my wife Bridget’s face in photographs of that day and she has an expression that I rarely see now — one of genuine delight at seeing me. I study the expression of my younger self and he looks as if he simply cannot comprehend his good luck. What the hell happened to those two crazy kids? The short answer is life and two children happened.
