Silver Medalists

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Today, 10 October 2023, the Mauritian and I celebrate 25 years of marriage.

We have talked, argued, agreed and disagreed, we have cajoled, convinced, pleaded and ignored, and we have laughed, screamed, yelled and cried our way through those 25 years.

Together!

Looking back over that time we have managed to create so many memories. We don’t seem to remember the same memories the same way, but, we managed to create a lot of them!

We have disagreed about so much more then we have agreed about.

We have very different views on parenthood, but our girls are polite, respectful and well balanced.

I hope!

We like different music, movies and people. Okay, okay, I like a lot fewer people than the Mauritian does.

The Mauritian likes being surrounded by people and socialising, I like my own company best.

We have very different attitudes about, well, everything.

The Mauritian loves to cook, the kitchen and I barely tolerate one another.

The Mauritian resets himself in the gym, I write!

The Mauritian likes to keep the peace and people please. I will argue, after all, I am always right! Prove me wrong!

We happily live different lives in one another’s company.

But, we remember the night we meet, our first “date”, our wedding and the birth of our children like it was yesterday.

We have agreed about the stuff that made a difference to our lives and when it comes to our girl’s education, we are immovable.

We like The Beach Boys, Billy Joel and Tchaikovsky.

We’ve watched The Matrix trilogy, The Brotherhood of the Wolves and Hot Fuzz numerous times.

The Mauritian has given me the time and space I need for myself, I have tolerated the many, many people that have passed through our lives.

I have learnt to enjoy many different and delicious meals, the Mauritian has tolerated my cooking with grace.

I have sent the Mauritian to gym to avoid emotional explosions, he has given me the quiet I need to write.

I have sometimes conceded the point on the rare occasion  the Mauritian has argued it.

Twenty five years later and I think we are doing alright.

I could tell you it was the nine years of courtship that laid the foundations of our marriage.

I could tell you that we have made it this far because we have learnt the importance of communication.

I could tell you it’s because we have no secrets from one another.

I could tell you that our faith has been our guide through the harsh days.

I could tell you it’s all in the attitude we have towards each other and our marriage.

I could say we take our wedding vows very seriously.

I could tell you it was fate, ordained by God, or just pure dumb luck!

But, the truth is, we made it this far because we just happen to like one another, we enjoy one another’s company and we love who we are together.

 Too the world it’s been 25 years, for me it has only been an instant with you.


A LOVER’S PLEA


Grant me an instant with you

A moment in time we can walk through.

Grant me an instant free of fear

A moment in time holding you near.

Grant me an instant with your smile

A moment in time- just a little while.

Grant me an instant in your arms

A moment in time lost in your charms.

Grant me an instant under blue skies

A moment in time to look into your eyes.

Grant me an instant of perfection

A moment in time lost in your affection.

 

If I had one hundred days

Basking in the sun’s rays

Little meaning would there be

If I do not have an instant

A moment in time when you are with me.

Samantha Braum


Happy silver wedding anniversary my, annoying, bad tempered, grumpy, intolerant, loving, talented, generous, beautiful Mauritian. 

I will be forever perched with you.

You are my home!

Polly


Location: Springfield, Rotorua 3015, New Zealand

Comments

  1. Anonymous10 October 2023 at 07:42

    Wow well written and so true about most of us and our beautiful, sometimes annoying, crazy, loving relationships

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  2. Anonymous10 October 2023 at 07:43

    Gosh, I can't believe it's been 25 years. Congratulations to you both and all the best for the future 😘💝💐❤️

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