Twelve seems like such a big number… It’s a whole dozen. There are twelve months to a year. It’s whole, solid.
I had an idea of going on and on about how wonderful our relationship is and how far we’ve come as a couple and as friends, but it just didn’t seem right. We’ve both grown, shifted. We’ve built a home together. We’ve decided that we have to get out of February in order to really celebrate.
To a dozen years of crazy, of ups and downs, pups and parents, of love and anger. To the one who has somehow kept me sane, and held me when I cried, who has laughed with me until we’re both in tears, sides cramping. Who would have thought we’d made it this far?
Happy March, big guy.
** photo by Kyle Lueken **
