This week marks 25 years.
I'm not saying that as a flex. A lot of years can pass in a marriage without meaning very much — I've watched it happen to people I love. So I'm not here to wave the number around.
I'm saying it because 25 years is long enough to actually know something. And what I know is that it didn't happen by accident.
When we got married I thought I understood partnership. I didn't. Not really. I had a feeling for it, some instincts, a lot of hope. The knowing came after.