Keris Stainton‘s fortnightly column on married life…
For a while now I’ve been desperately trying to clear some of the clutter out of this house. As it turns out, the clutter was just covering up more clutter which was, itself, balanced on a bedrock of even more clutter. I don’t think I’ll ever excavate it completely, but I’m having a go. Anyway, one of the things I thought I should sort out is a box file filled with cards and notes that David and I have sent each other over the years.
At first I thought I had to keep it all. I mean, I can’t throw out love letters, what am I? Heartless? But as I read through I found cards that said “Keris. Happy Birthday. Lots of love, David.” Did I really need to keep that? No I did not.
But I also found cards that said things like “Keris. Your last birthday while there’s just two of us. Next year you’ll have twice as much love. All my love, David.” Did I keep that one? What do you think?
I soon got into a rhythm. If a card made me smile, gave me butterflies or made me well up, it was a keeper. If I went “meh” it went off to to be recycled.
By the time I’d finished with the box, I was not only feeling very warmly towards my lovely husband, I was also feeling proud of the achievement of marriage. Seeing all those cards – Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, even a random Valentine’s Day – reminded me of how much time me and David have spent together and how our lives have changed over the past twelve years of marriage.
All that and a bit less clutter too. I’d recommend it.