Today the husband and I are celebrating our ten year anniversary. Waking up to grey skies and rain this morning, it did make things look much brighter and warmer than the outside was suggesting. With the first coffee close at hand, I found myself sitting at the desk in the Fishbowl, remembering that stormy day in New Zealand. A bus, a drunken photographer and witnesses we had only known for the blink of an eye. I think about all those years, about small and rather important stories. I know, how we have struggled and how we have laughed so hard. I still believe we are meant to be, as I did from the first moment on. There is a strong connection between the two of us and even more love. And there are intense arguments. Take two strong minded heads and tons of energy, and you will get some propper noise. There is no other face, I want to wake up to in the morning and no other soul, that I can imagine to conquer unknown adventures with. I have no idea what kind of roads I will travel next, but I definitely want to travel them together. Thank you life, for providing me with what is needed and thank you husband, for being who you are.