Lord love us.
Rick and I are off on an adventure celebrating our anniversary, and it’s just sunk into my head that this is our 35th. Yes, indeed, I did say 35th. How does it happen that you wake up one morning and there you are next to someone you’ve been with for 35 years? Get real—that’s roughly 12,784 mornings. Another way of looking at it: it’s over half my lifetime.
My intention is to be lying face down in the water a few metres off the shores of Lady Elliot Island, Rick close at hand. We’re both adorned with our snorkels and prescription goggles, dazzling our retinas with bright orange clown fish and vivid corals.
In other words, we’re gone fishin’ and that’s it for this week’s post.