It’s too bittersweet to post the first picture seen here on my 30th wedding anniversary I think. At least on Instagram et al, in my #england30in30 series that is already tugging at the heartstrings of total strangers on social media and I don’t want to completely slay them with heartbreak. I want to be considerate of their feelings even though we’ve never met. They are, my followers, along with my long-suffering family and friends, supreme good sports for playing along with my penchant for posting series’ in general and this one is no exception. For the past 30 days I have been posting pictures of us, just my late husband and me, on social media, one (or two . . .) every day, in no particular order, to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary which is today. I’ve had more than 30 days to think about what photo I would post last in this series, actually, it’s more like 1830 days to think about it, but I can’t count, so don’t go by my math. If you are reading this, no matter when, and are curious, head over to my Instagram @edgehillherbfarm and look for the photo or photos posted on September 2nd, 2019 to see what/which photo/s I end up posting, it isn’t any of these.
Happy Anniversary to us!
And with this, along with my evening IG post, I conclude my 30 days of 30 pictures of us. It’s been a balm to see us so happy over the years in spite of real hardship and struggle. I loved him and he loved me. We overcame much together to celebrate 25 years before he passed away and that still stands at the 30 year mark. That’s what I know. It took five years to know it. And with that I’ll carry on my tradition of pouring two (small) glasses of whiskey and raising them both to heaven in a toast to our life together before drinking them both.