A dozen eggs. A dozen donuts. A 12 pack of beer. Twelve is a pretty great number if you ask me.
+ 5 houses
+ 10 jobs
+ 3 babies
+ 1 dog
+ 1 (ugh!) mini-van
+ plenty of messes
+more than enough fights
+millions of kisses
+ hours of laughter
+ years of brilliant conversation
+years of incoherent, sleep-deprived conversation
+ even more laughter = 12 years of marriage that I wouldn’t trade for the world.
Happy Anniversary to the young man who was silly enough to start his grown up life with me all those (dozens) of years ago. We’ve outlasted our wedding song couple who divorced after 11 years. The song whose words mean more today than they did 12 years ago. Here’s to our Power of Two.
It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.
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