seven_year_itchToday is mine and Husband’s 7th wedding anniversary, seven (very eventful years) since we walked, barefoot, along the white sand on a tropical island and promised to love each other for the rest of our lives. Our anniversary is the day after Sausage’s birthday, so it tends to fall by the wayside, in fact we’d both forgotten about it altogether until my mother-in-law reminded us yesterday. We’re neither one of us much for cards (unless you count my frankly amazing Alternative Valentines ideas) or mushy displays of affection, but the whole thing has got me thinking.

I’m a huge Marilyn Monroe fan, and the film Seven Year Itch keeps popping into my head. It’s based on a play which focuses on the supposed decline of interest in a monogamous relationship once you reach the seven year mark.

I have to say, I feel the exact opposite.

My husband and I are by no means perfect. We’re both liable to grump and take things out on each other when we’re stressed and we’re guilty of not making proper time to be a couple, but I genuinely couldn’t be happier with my choice of life-partner. Yes, we have differences, but I think our relationship has got to a stage where it’s matured and our differences largely compliment each other now.

My Husband knows me better than anybody else; he knows what I’m thinking before I’ve even said anything and after 7 years of marriage, I know that he has my back, 100%. Far from feeling like our relationship is stale or worn out, I feel like we’re approaching new challenges and becoming stronger together than ever.

He, Sausage, Chuck and I are a great little unit, a team that functions brilliantly together and enjoys each other’s company. I couldn’t ask for much more than that.

When we met and married within 6 months, we had a lot of critics, people who insisted that we were rushing into things and that it wouldn’t last. I like to think that we’ve proved those people wrong – not that either of us cared what they thought in the first place! We both trusted our instincts, knowing that sometimes when something feels right you just have to go with it.

Far from feeling a Seven Year Itch, I cannot wait to see what the next seven years with my Husband will bring. And the next seven years, and the next. I feel blessed to be with someone who just gets me. I’m no picnic to be around during times when I let my issues get the better of me and knowing that he’s stuck around in spite of all that reaffirms how lucky I feel and reminds me of how loved I am.

In short, I suppose what I’m trying to say is this: Happy Anniversary, Husband. Thank you for putting up with me. I love you.