COLUMN : a decade of david | our 10 year anniversary

as i’m writing this, i’m sitting at a large glass table, working like usual. i’ve just edited some food photos and written down the recipe. across from me is david. working away too. today he’s doing our taxes, and he’s annoyed and confused. and i’m in the best possible mood !

he always has a deep wrinkle between his eye brows when he’s focused. he asks me for a glass of water, and burps without apologising. i couldn’t be more in love than i am in this moment. this moment of totally unromantic, everyday life stuff. of an annoyed david, hammering away at his computer like his life depended on it, muttering at this tax office worker giving him bad advice. he’s a champion.

and tomorrow – the day you’re reading this – is our 10 year anniversary.

as i’m sitting here listening and looking at this person across from me, thinking of the decade we’ve just shared as well as the decades ahead, i feel nothing less than unrestrained, all-consuming joy.

i think about the progress, the laughs, the fights, the tragedies. the dreams, tears, and plans.

the triumphs.

‘ i’m a fucking genious ! ‘ (david’s still doing our taxes.)

it’s hard to grasp that it’s already been 10 years. a third of our lives. and yet it feels like a whole lifetime. my life didn’t really start until i met him.

i can see signs of that decade. i can tell that years have passed. david has less hair. i have saggier boobs and a double chin that didn’t used to be there. his back hurts sometimes, and my forehead has lines where it used to be smooth. we’ve gotten older. and he’s more beautiful than ever. i hope i am too.

i try to remember who we were ten years ago. we’ve changed so much. i wonder what i would have thought if someone told me that this would be my life a decade ahead. i know this – i wouldn’t have been disappointed. it’s been an adventure.

i want to thank him somehow. for sticking around. for pushing, supporting, encouraging, entertaining, comforting and believing. for being a bitch sometimes. for impressing me. for being my best friend, my lover, my colleague, my traveling companion, my family.
for being my david.

listen, i know i’m being sentimental and personal. but i’m not going to apologise. this is what love does to us – makes us mushy, corny. and totally happy.

he has no idea i’m writing this. i’m going to let him read it now.

love // jenny

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i’m wearing monki cardigan, david’s shirt and sweater from weekday, vintage culottes, urban outfitters bumbag.
david’s wearing my ADPT. sweater*, backpack from granit, vegan docs.

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