On January 29, 1987, I walked into the Herald and Weekly Times building on Flinders St.

I was 17 and starting work as a copy boy at the Sun News-Pictorial, the biggest selling newspaper in the southern hemisphere.

I wasn’t alone. Standing with me on the checkerboard floor in the foyer of the HWT were seventeen other rookies. Five copy kids, six first year cadets, six third year cadets.

One of those first year cadets was a girl from Sydney-via-New Zealand-via-Coburg.

Her name was Kirsten Hill.

My life changed when I met Kirsten.

She is my partner in crime. She is the mother of my three children. She is the one who calls bullshit on my bullshit. She is the one who cares the most. She is my best friend.

And today is our wedding anniversary.

This picture is us standing on the Blairgowrie jetty in 1999. At the time we were living in Berkeley and were visiting Australia after flying south for a wedding in New Zealand.

Love you, Kirsten.