June 8, 2014. I will breathe the same oxygen as Kenneth Branagh. Okay, technically, not the same, and every day we are breathing the same “air” but on June 8, 2014, it’ll be the shared air in the Armory.
June 8, 2014.
Twelve years of marriage. Fourteen years shared together. Over ten years of parenting joy. Two amazing sons. A fantastic Adopted #3 Son. Two dogs, nine cats, two bearded dragons, countless fish, thousands of crickets (always temporary at best), multiple mealworm colonies, two rocket sleds, four POSs, a trip to India, honeymoon in Maine, many trips to Massachusetts, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York, and all around New Jersey. Millions of laughs, a bunch of tears, fair share of bouts of sickness or the “sicks”, plenty of morning sickness! A bunch of theater productions, many sets built and taken down, many 50/50s sold. Around 36 family board meetings, reunions up and down the east coast. Many pink pigs, hundreds of Three Stooges, dozens of flights to the Moon and bushes of pink roses. How do you sum up a marriage? You can’t. You can make a laundry list, like this, but it doesn’t capture the heart, the soul, the body, and the mind of a marriage.
Hubby, I love you wamhasabam aiaw faeaad. Happy anniversary!
P.S. Yes, others have pointed out Hubby’s resemblance to Kenneth Branagh.
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