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42 YEARS OF MARRIAGE IN ROCK ’N’ ROLL — THAT’S RARE. Some love stories don’t need big speeches. They just keep showing up. Today, Keith Richards celebrates two things at once. Another birthday. And 42 years of marriage with Patti Hansen. That’s four decades of standing side by side through loud stages, long tours, bad headlines, and quiet mornings no one ever sees. While the world watched the chaos of rock ’n’ roll, their life stayed steady. Grounded. Human. Keith didn’t just grow older today. He looked back at a partnership that survived when so many didn’t. No spotlight needed. Just loyalty, laughter, and choosing each other again.

Today marks a rare and beautiful milestone in rock ’n’ roll history. It is the 42nd wedding anniversary of :contentReference[oaicite:1]{index=1} and :contentReference[oaicite:2]{index=2}—celebrated on the very same day as Richards’ birthday. Married on December 18, 1983, the couple has spent more than four decades together, quietly building one of the most enduring partnerships in music and fashion. For Richards, born on December 18, 1943, the date carries double meaning: a celebration of life and love intertwined.

In an industry often defined by fleeting romances and public breakups, Keith Richards and Patti Hansen stand as a powerful exception. Their relationship has endured fame, relentless touring, temptation, and time itself. While Richards’ image as rock’s ultimate outlaw has long dominated headlines, his marriage to Hansen reveals another side of the legendary :contentReference[oaicite:3]{index=3} guitarist—one rooted in loyalty, stability, and deep affection.

Hansen, a former supermodel and actress, met Richards in the late 1970s. Their connection was immediate, grounded not in glamour, but in mutual respect and shared values. When they married in Cabo San Lucas in 1983, Richards was already one of the most recognizable musicians on the planet. Yet their wedding marked a turning point, symbolizing a more grounded chapter in his life. Over the years, Hansen has often been credited as a stabilizing force, standing by Richards through personal struggles and professional triumphs.

Their anniversary falling on Richards’ birthday has become a poetic hallmark of their love story. Each December 18 serves as a reminder that their partnership is inseparable from Richards’ life itself. Friends and fans alike have noted how the couple continues to celebrate quietly, favoring family over spectacle. Together, they raised two daughters, Theodora and Alexandra, maintaining a close-knit family life despite Richards’ global fame.

Across 42 years of marriage, the couple has weathered challenges that would test even the strongest bonds—from the pressures of superstardom to health scares and the demands of life on the road. Hansen has often spoken about the importance of humor, patience, and honesty in their relationship—qualities that mirror Richards’ own candid, self-aware approach to life.

As Keith Richards marks another year around the sun, his shared anniversary with Patti Hansen adds deeper meaning to the moment. It’s not just a birthday; it’s a celebration of survival, partnership, and shared history. Few rock legends can point to a marriage that has lasted more than four decades—let alone one that has remained so grounded and genuine.

Fans around the world continue to admire the couple not only for who they are individually, but for what they represent together. Their 42-year marriage stands as living proof that even in the chaotic world of rock ’n’ roll, lasting love is possible.

Today, December 18, honors more than a legendary musician’s birthday.
It celebrates a love story that has grown stronger with time—Keith Richards and Patti Hansen, still standing together after 42 remarkable years.

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