I came back from the shops this morning with yellow roses. And found dh waiting for me, with a bunch of freesias. Both these flowers were at our wedding.
It's eighteen years ago this weekend since we got married, long before the days of digital photography, but I do have one scanned photo, of us signing the register:
How young I look! And I no longer have curly hair [cough. Those curls were not natural!]
Since then, we've known good times and we've known hard times. Our children have brought us both joy and substantial challenge. In spite of the ups and downs, not only are we still together, both of us are still buying flowers for the other, to mark our anniversary, and that can't be bad.