Recently, my boyfriend and I toasted our seven-year relationship. That includes six years of cohabiting, one year of pet parenthood and – because we’re old romantics – four years of a shared Amazon Prime account. (“Do you take this man, to have and to hold, and destroy your ‘you might like’ algorithm with football books?”)
It’s called true love, and it’s worth celebrating. But the question is, when? If you’re not married, which day do you commemorate: the day you met? The date of your first kiss? Or perhaps the day you exchanged those three precious little words: “I deleted Tinder”?