Last night we went out for a meal to celebrate my parents 40th wedding anniversary, along with my folks and my brother and his wife.
It was a fun night and the meal was excellent. It was a little jarring though to be raising our glasses in celebration just weeks before Littlegirl’s anniversary and our third baby’s scheduled birth. I think it was just the fourth time that Irishmam and I went out in company since our baby died last December, so for us it was a big deal to be out. In fairness though, my parents do have a great marriage and they deserve to celebrate it.
At one point my mum said she thinks that my brother and I and our wives will be similarly happy in our married lives. At the time I was thinking that we hadn’t exactly got off to the best start – what with the dead baby and all – but I suppose that an event like the death of a child is going to test your relationship in ways you would never imagine.
Irishmam and I have been presented with such a scenario and I guess we have done ok so far. We both agree that our relationship has become stronger over the last year. With some hard work maybe we’ll be able to pull off a successful marriage like my parents. I would be pleased by that.
Here’s some eighties fromage that my dad used to belt out at the time. Check out the pantaloons on Ashford??