Twenty-five years
The Emerald Years
A quarter of a century of ordinary Tuesdays, difficult winters and small, unremarkable kindnesses. Which is to say: a life.
By the numbers
What twenty-five years holds.
The long way here
A few of the turns.
A wedding with too few chairs and far too much cake. Nobody minded.
The first house. The one with the door that never quite closed.
Three of you now, then four. The quiet years that turned out to be the best ones.
The hard stretch. You got through it the way you get through everything — together.
Still choosing each other. Still arguing about the thermostat.
Raise a glass
“To the ones who stayed, and kept choosing to.”
— everyone who loves you
A few moments
The ones worth framing.
Your own photographs sit here — this is where the real ones go.
This evening
How the night runs.
- Arrival & drinksThe terrace, weather permitting
- Dinner is servedLong table, no seating plan
- SpeechesKept mercifully short
- The first dance, againSame song as 2001
- DancingUntil somebody sensible calls it
And here's to
Twenty-five
more.
Thank you for showing the rest of us what it looks like when two people simply keep going.
— with all our love