I can hardly believe it.
Three children and eleven years later and I love him just as much - if not more - than the day I married him.
I've sent him off to my Uncle Tony's cooking class this morning and to a footy match this afternoon. We will at least eat together as a family tonight at my Uncle Tony's house.
And that's fine. After 11 years of marriage and 15 years together, I can spare him for a few hours - even on our anniversary - to do things he enjoys.
His happiness makes me happy anyhow.