Diamonds Aren't a Girl's Bestfriend – Her Husband Is!

Mr T and I celebrated our 8^th wedding anniversary this month. Most people think of significantly numbered anniversaries – 5^th, 10^th, 25^th, 50^th – as special, but I think every anniversary is unique and special. 

Our eighth was special because I lost the diamond out of my engagement ring.

That doesn’t sound like something to celebrate, but as distressing as it was, it reminded us that our relationship isn’t about the trinkets, it’s about our love and support for each other. I especially remind Mr T of this, because within two weeks of him giving me sapphire earrings for my 40^th birthday, I lost one of them. (He was not impressed!)

At least he had no trouble forgetting the material losses while we relaxed with a glass of wine in a deep spa in a secluded cottage just outside of Daylesford, Victoria. 

Mr T enjoying the view from the front door

We spent a lot of time in here

Despite it being our first night alone without children in more than seven years, we had no trouble getting used to the peaceful surroundings. The possums did well at substituting for children when it came to waking us several times through the night. 

The possums back in Melbourne are happy to play football on the roof, but Daylesford possums sounded like they were trying to rip the roof off of the cottage. Maybe they just wanted to come inside and sit in front of the Ned Kelly wood stove or nibble on the gourmet platter we enjoyed for dinner.

We treated ourselves to lunch at Mercato, which we highly recommend to anyone that enjoys fine dining, even more so if you’re gluten intolerant. The food was exquisite and all but two of the menu items were gluten-free. They even had a light and fluffy gluten-free bread for me when they brought Mr T a pre-lunch dinner roll. 

Despite the cold, wet weather, my sinuses coped well and we returned relaxed and eager to see the kids again. 

Miss Flora spent my first twenty-four hours at home being stubborn and naughty (my punishment for leaving her in the care of Junior Accountant for two days). When Mr T arrived home from work, he looked at me and said, ‘You don’t look like you’ve just had a relaxing weekend away.’ :(