It’s been 25 years since we were married, so we got dressed up, walked down to the big rock and renewed our vows in front of the boys and the mad beagle. It was lovely. Afterwards, we ate bacon and eggs with them, and we reminisced, and we played old wedding music. And then we cleaned up the kitchen, sent some emails, and sorted out the tax. Marriage is a mystery, and it occurs within the ordinary. It reminds us to say sorry and thank you and please, all of the time, in the middle of the tedium and the ridiculously frustrating, as well as the beautiful moments that we choose to photograph. It causes us to be kind and to greet each other with love and affection, because every day is new and cherishing is a choice. It means catching glimpses of the eternal and sacred, in God’s world, and each other, even when we can’t find the keys, or the dog, or the piece of paper that used to be under that great pile of stuff. It’s a choice to love that grows softer and deeper, especially through trials and sickness and monsoons and civil war and life-threatening heart conditions… because to God, none of this is a surprise. It means we can enjoy the temporary gift of three sons, and notice how much delight and complexity and laughter they add to our living, and how much wisdom is required – much more than we have. It’s about all the ordinary moments when we look at each other and say, ‘Do you want to take the dog for a walk?’ And the answer is almost always, yes, we do.