Thirty-two years. That’s how long we’ve been married now. There’s something ridiculously liberating about spending 30 years with your person. He gets me utterly and there’s zero judgment. Even on my worst days, he still gropes me. I don’t think he even has a concept of “bad hair days” when it comes to how he sees me. Every ten years, we’ve renewed our wedding vows, but our 30th was different.  We started this tradition by accident actually.  Our original wedding ceremony wasn’t entirely my created dream wedding.  We’d eloped on a Tuesday (just 3 weeks after we started dating) with plans to keep it a secret until much later (that’s…