Each and every March these annual events passed, unnoticed and unmarked by we children.
There was never a fuss over celebrating the event. I have a vague recollection that my Dad used to buy Mum a piece of jewellery every year, but I could easily be imagining this.
By the time we were old and mature enough to finally realise the significance of the longevity and tenacity of our parents’ marriage, its momentum was stopped in its tracks.
I remain in awe of their achievement, and I will forever be in awe of their parenting.
Happy Anniversary, Mum and Dad. I still count the years on my calendar as they continue to clock up in my mind, and I will continue to do so until they are together again one day.