Eleven thousand,
One hundred and thirty seven,
Spent married to you.

Who’s counting? I am.
Each matters, every one a
Choice made together.

From the heady start,
Somersaulting down the aisle,
When Ben married ‘Ken’.

The joy of shared walks,
Exploring each other’s hands,
And ways of thinking.

To expanding love,
The miracle of childbirth,
And growing as one.

Enduring Ofsted,
Learning how you like your tea,
Shared viva anger.

Funding the future,
Investing all my eggs in
One basket with you.

Every day matters,
From mundane daily chores to
Ecstatic highlights.

Eleven thousand,
One hundred and thirty seven,
Spent in loving you.

Ok, so yesterday’s hastily scrawled haiku didn’t convey the feeling behind it (the time was better spent doing that in person than absorbed on the mobile writing!) Hopefully this conveys some of that. And yes, our vicar did try and marry Ben and Ken, his embarrassment a cause for great delight for the rest of us!
(15.02.25)

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