I used to roll my eyes when mum spoke about “time flying”
and believing I was immortal, as only the young do, never thought I’d echo her
thoughts. But today, on my wedding
anniversary, as I was reflecting over
the past 27 years of my marriage, unbelievably I began to see that winged
chariot of time approaching, although
the sunlight of laughter and love seems to have diminished the image a little; after
all, I’m only 29 in my head! But as I’ve been truly blessed in my life with
Andy and Nerea, what other image would I really want?
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