Like many of our generation, we’d heard the “wait until you’re 30” mantra. But adhering to that would have meant applying the standards of others to our own, personal relationship — surely a recipe for disaster. Besides, if we’d felt the urge at 24, but elected to wait the mandatory period, what would be to gain from those in-between years? What kind of faith would we be putting in each other, in us, if we both said, “Hmm, this person has done absolutely everything right — now to spend a few years waiting for them to slip up/for it to “fizzle out”/for someone 'better' to come along?"

Reactions were generally positive. My parents seemed chilled, but they are about most things. My older sisters said I was making them feel old. My younger brother forgot to text back. My little sister declared herself ready to be a cool auntie. The prospect of a bachelor party distracted my close friends from passing judgement. Naturally, there were a few virgins who duly spouted the old, “Are you crazy, shagging one bird for the rest of your life?!” line, but I got the sense that was less an opinion and more a “deploy default masculine response” reaction; a confused, half-forgotten instinct derived from the teachings of Snoop Dogg and Stifler from American Pie.

I’m a romantic person. Maybe that’s not cool anymore, but how sad to live any other way. I wanted to get swept to the altar on a tide of passion and romance, wrapped up in the throes of love; not for it to be some sensible, calculated decision arrived at following probation and a comprehensive box-ticking exercise. On the day I married my wife, she was to me, without a smidgen of doubt, the most mind-bogglingly bodacious babe I’d ever seen in all my life. For the record (darling, calm down, keep reading) she still is that, but we’re told that may fade with time and that couples become more like devoted friends. When I look back on my wedding day, I’m glad that it’s those youthful, heady emotions I’ll remember.

Progress report, three-plus years on: I think it’s brought us closer. (Note: Please don’t get married in the hope it’ll make your relationship closer.) The knowledge that we did our own thing, together, has given us the sense of being united in our own unique team. Many people, particularly “men” (note the quotes) seem to view marriage as toxic to their liberty. It’s been the opposite for us.

Understanding that we have each other there as a foundation has given us a curious freedom, a sense of stability which, for example, allowed me to scrap the idea of being a lawyer so I could spend more time writing novels, and inspired her to start her own business.

So far, I’ve never had to work at marriage a single day in my life, but if challenging times are to come, I get the feeling they won’t defeat us. I think we’d work harder than anyone to preserve the memory of that young love and everything that went into it. And if the unthinkable happens and it does all go wrong, will it have been because we got married after five years rather than 10? Nope. Will it have been a bad decision? Not necessarily. Will it have been worth it? Yes.