Here are my thoughts on the subject: If you can survive 15 years of marriage without killing each other, chances are you're in a good place. The familiarity that might have been boring in the earlier years has now become comforting, rather like an old blanket (it's a little worn but it's snuggly and comfortable and when it's not there, it doesn't feel right and you kinda miss it).
We celebrated the event last weekend and this year, our two wonderful kids even took the time to make us these gifts on the left. Lesley-Anne made the card and the furry blue heart.
Andre fashioned the heart-shaped bookmark where he wrote "M + D = ♥". Except his ♥ looked more like a black blob and I asked, "what's this? Mummy + Daddy = thunderstorm?" (psycho-analyse this however you like).
Incidentally, it's so much fun making the ♥ on the computer. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ like this! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ too much? ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ maybe just one more... ♥
This was what Lesley-Anne had written in the card:
I'm sure we don't deserve every single one of those 26 epithets (especially Zen) but when I think of how so many teenage kids feel their parents are a source of embarrassment to them, I'm so thankful to be appreciated.
I reckon that in the first 5 years of a marriage, people look for romance; the next 5 years, passion; the following 5 years, friendship; and beyond that, companionship. If you're lucky, you get all four. For me, I hit the jackpot cos I got two heaven-sent bonus gifts along with the full package.
"Keep the eyes wide open before marriage and half shut afterwards." - Benjamin Franklin