Twelve years ago today it was a Sunday.
Fathers Day Sunday, in fact.
June 18th, 2000
And something really important happened to me.
Happy Anniversary, honey.
In twelve years we've had our ups and downs, as life has certainly tossed some... interesting challenges our way.
We've ridden the waves together through:
A wonderful honeymoon (if you overlook the car accident)
Full-term twin pregnancy
A "minor" apartment renovation
Twin (barely sleeping) newborns
Twin... (you get the idea)
Ongoing experiments in pediatric psychopharmacology
Losing parents (2 in 1 year)
Nieces and Nephews weddings
Countless family Bar and Bat Mitvahs
Too many family funerals
Nine kid birthday parties (number 10 coming up soon)
Both of us turning 50 (you first!)
Way too infrequent date nights
Many thousand hugs and kisses.
And so here are two more, a big bloggy hug and kiss to the man who always makes me laugh, my husband Danny.
Happy Anniversary, darling.
And while I can't promise an un-bumpy ride ahead, I can say the bumps are more fun when you land in a friend and parner's lap amidst all the jostling.
So while twelve is a good number?
Let's see how high we can count.