Today is our first wedding anniversary. We're celebrating with a meal at the hotel we got married in. I like to think of this as our hotel now, we own it. Or at least that's how it feels.

I got the impression that the first year of marriage was hard, I don't know where this idea came from, it was just there, lurking. I obviously heard or read it somewhere and it stuck.

On my hen night, as I settled down for a sleepover at my best friend's house, I asked the girls 'is the first year really hard?'. They said no, just keep communicating and doing what you're doing. They were right (of course they were, they're a wise bunch - crazy, loyal, fun, and fabulous too but that's another post entirely).

And it's true, the first year hasn't been hard. It's been great.

Lots of people say that a marriage certificate, a piece of paper, doesn't change a thing but I disagree.

Andy and are closer than ever. I feel like I belong more than I ever have. And it's because of that day we shared a year ago - that amazing, magical, perfect day. In some ways even sharing the day itself brought us closer together.

I loved getting married. But I love being married even more.

That's not to say there haven't been difficult moments, there have, and the girls were right, communication was the all important factor. I'm certain there will be more tough times mixed in with the good along the way, but in exchanging our vows we made a promise to each other, to share the joys and the sorrows together, and it's a promise we both take seriously and value highly.

No matter what life throws our way, we're a team for the rest of our lives together.