In all my righteous huffing and puffing over France’s First Couple, I forgot that today is Benedict Ambrose’s and my wedding anniversary. Special greetings to all readers who remember when and where we first met–in the combox of my original Seraphic Singles blog.
Incidentally, I forgot to mark my 10th Blogiversary, too. I think it was in last November.
And what an eight years it has been! I think we spent every night the first year totally drunk, thanks to treating every supper as if it were a dinner party for two. To this day my parents assume we always drink Gin-and-Tonics before dinner, and thus when they come to stay I must always rush out and buy a big bottle of Gordon’s.
We love when family and friends come to stay: these are highlights of our married life. Other highlights have included a holiday in Barcelona with Nulli, Notre Belle Soeur and their children, holidays in and around Rome, holidays in Norcia, and holidays in the Scottish countryside. Sadly, these highlights have also included snappy arguments, as we didn’t mention when we were reminiscing about our holidays just after B.A. was diagnosed with a brain tumour
Clearly B.A.’s surprise brain surgery was not a highlight. It is funny, though, that when we were utterly terrified, we didn’t talk about such deeply noble subjects as faith, family, wonderful liturgies or even the time we saw Pope Benedict saying Mass outside Saint John Lateran. No, it was all “The next time we’re in Italy…” and “When we are in Paris…”
Other highlights: our 5th anniversary supper, celebrated in the stable-block of the Historical House; our other anniversary suppers, which are always on Thistle Street in the New Town; our dinner parties–especially the summer Sunday Lunches on the front lawn; oh, and drinking a dozen flavoured vodkas with Polish Pretend Son at his parent’s place, even thought they made B.A. snore all night and I was so sleepless I was deathly ill the next morning.
Then there are B.A.’s public lectures, which I enjoy attending, and celebrations of my books when someone wants to publish them, Family, friends, travel, dinner parties, restaurant celebrations, lectures and books. That’s what its been about–on the surface, of course. Under the surface there’s a whole lot of spiritual work going on–plus the plain cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, etc., etc.
When I was still Single and writing the original Seraphic Singles, I wrote about how marriage was about soap. I assumed that marriage would involve a lot of washing things: dishes, clothes, windows, counters, floors, bathrooms. Since marriage is about real life, not the photos in wedding magazines, I meditated upon blood, sweat and tears (and a lot of other, less pleasant sounding bodily substances). However, mine has turned out to be rather more fun then I imagined. Of course it is sad that we couldn’t have children, but this is a cross we already had before we met, if you see what I meant.