Dear darling honey bubble bliss bomb,

You know, the day we got wed, I said I'd divorce you just to do it again, I loved it so much. Such a simple affair - thirty odd people, a 700 year old church and a fire in the backyard with much drinking and dancing.

We never said our own vows though. We just said what we were told. I never imagined it that way, but I never imagined I'd get married in a church in England either.

If we were to renew our vows, they'd have to be our vows. I mean, I'm fine with the whole trad vow thing as the words didn't matter so much as the beating of our hearts that made even better promises. But let's just pretend, okay? I know you wouldn't get past the first line without complaining as you hate writing essays, but that's okay, I like words, so just follow my lead and make something up, okay?

So perhaps I would say something like:

My love,

In twenty years of marriage we have had so many adventures and crazy times, and I have loved every minute. Whenever anyone else thinks we are bonkers, we find sanity in each other.

I know we will continue to be stronger together, finding each other a steady support in the storms and the calm, and that we continue to laugh together and share our worries together, create and be creative, travel, and enjoy each other's company.

If you wouldn't mind not hanging your towel over the door, putting your washing in the basket not the floor, and washing your greasy hands in the laundry not the kitchen, that would be great too.

I love you times a googleplex, my beautiful, clever, funny and loving husband. Thankyou for loving me back.

Right, your turn babe!

Love your doting wife.

💕💕💕