20 years!

I have another reason to celebrate (??) today; I have been together with my husband for 20 YEARS! My husband really surprised me and sent flowers to the office. As I just love white flowers, it still puzzles me after 20 years that my husband for the rare occasions gives me multicoloured roses. I could tattoo “I love white flowers” on my butt and he still would ignore the fact. And not that he doesn’t see my butt. As a Finn I am very relaxed about nudity (despite all my complexes) and often walk around naked in the house, for a big irritation of my husband and great fun for the neighbours. But flowers, he just doesn’t get it. But as Ane would say, just be happy I get flowers, and I am.

So 20 years together, but only 10 years of marriage. It was Un long dimanche de fiancailles. As people these days get divorced just after a couple of years, I wonder what has kept us together such a long time. A great deal of compromises. Accepting that a romantic evening means reading Mary Wesley or Jane Austen, accepting that sex is something I read about in Tidens Kvinder and accepting that also Emmanuelle (my new painting of Emmanuelle Beart) will end up hanging in the garage.