Married for four years – fourteen years together. The fourth wedding day is called what I understood for fruit or plant brillars.
For me, the symbolism feels more like a memory that relationships will never be completed. It is not only to stick to what we already have, but to constantly find new roads, new habits, sometimes new friends. And that both we and each of us must be housed in it. That there are many graves and with the plants to feel good. We did this last year. Dug and talked and good with it.
It is nice to get older to be a person’s more important person, but there can also be easy to be forgiven. I am so happy that we dare to make decisions, both physically and mentally in recent years- although it has made things clearer and our differences have even been seen in the light. Sometimes I asked if you always want the same thing, or if it is enough to really want to be together. The incredibly privileged, as a matter of course, fine – and a bit melancholic – in life together is that everything is just going on. Whether there are big events or quiet routines, it will eventually always be every day. And it is there, in what is not pink mimmer or floor roll, that love must fit.
I hope that next year will contain more of what has been so good for us – more presence, but perhaps even more laughter and if you really want – more flirting.
The sun has shown us every wedding day. Took the road over the current after work.
Got past Kaplans where we bought our rings and then I stood and looked at the winter coats in the Toteme’s shop window when I expected John.
They were just closed and it felt like witnessing a whole choreography, everyone would be locked up and then all tiles would be the best, mittens, the alarm button, the women’s lady.
Then I stepped away to the prince. Where we had our wedding dinner- for this reason it is a restaurant that we visit so often that it becomes a romantic element in the cityscape.
We almost got a window table and this year felt autumn for the first time.
Everything was as usual and that is exactly how I want it, so usually anyway.
I ate Steak Rydberg with extra pepperot and egg yolk.
Try to remember how it felt four years ago.
Taken a coffee and praline, talked about the children, about a new bank, two books that we read, about something very important and then that dinner and the wedding day ended to an end.
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