On… the Anniversary photo, 2018 edition 7 Replies We’ve been married eight years. EIGHT YEARS, PEOPLE. And we have the photo evidence to prove it. Errol is six, Neddy is four. I wish, in retrospect, that I wasn’t wearing a deeply crumpled old jacket, that I’d tried harder to get the boys to wear the FRANKLY ADORABLE little blazers that I bought for them for special occasions, and that we’d gotten our shit together and made it to City Hall before the sun was directly overhead. Oh well. Live and learn. You can also see that Fox has grown a lovely red beard, that Errol is extremely shy of the camera, and that I am clutching Ned’s hand rather than holding it, because he was hopping around like a bunny on the 7-ft-high podium and one of these years, he’s going to fall off. Here we have 2017. Errol is five and Ned is three. Here is 2016. Errol is four, Ned is two and REALLY into it. Here is 2015. Ned is one, Errol is three. That dress is from Topshop. Where the hell did I put that dress. Here is 2014. Errol is two and Ned is three months. Here is 2013. Errol is one and a half. Here is 2012. Errol is about eight months old. Here is 2010, our wedding day. As I said this time last year, we got married here in NYC, even though we were living in London at the time, because why not. And 2011 is missing as we were living in Zurich for the year for Fox’s job, and I was three months pregnant, so it would have been a photo of me puking and snarling at Fox.