Last Wednesday was the tenth anniversary of Will and I moving in together – as close a thing we have to an anniversary. We celebrated it by dinning at the obiligatory French resturant and I gifted him choclate while he gifted me orange roses (pictured above). It was nice but we’d just eaten a big expensive meal with some freinds on Monday so it felt a bit done already.
Ten years is a good haul and it’s hardly feels that long. The years wind by at a surprising pace so it seems wise to always keep good company always close at hand – and with Will I’m convinced I have.