Earlier this month Jon and I celebrated our 12th anniversary.
Twelve years.
One dozen.
A decade plus two.
Any way you slice it, to me, twelve sounds long. But somehow it has felt short, and busy and good, and full and blessed beyond measure. Don't get me wrong, it's not all roses, all the time, but mostly we balance each other in the very best of ways. And we are still buddies. And that feels like a victory for two kids who were a product of divorced families.
(Photo credit: Will Kerner, Charlottesville, VA)
Look at how young we looked and so very happy. Our wedding day was such a wonderful one. It was not large, it was not grand, but we were surrounded by our very best of friends and family and the weather that June day was nothing short of exquisite!
Who would have guessed that a dozen years later we would still reside in North Carolina and be the proud parents of 4 amazing little boys, including a set of twins no less. If someone would have pulled me aside that day and whispered that little fortune in my ear I never would have believed them. Not in a million years!
And take a peek at this little bit of extravagance given to me by my sweetie. I have never even held real pearls much less felt their weight around my neck. It's enough to make a girl feel like a queen.
So if you happen upon me weeding the garden, don't be surprised to find them gracing my neckline, complimenting my muddy knees and dirty fingers, because let's be honest, I just don't have too many legitimate excuses to wear such things out into the world these days. Maybe sometime in the next twelve years my days and adventures will be more "strand of pearls" worthy, maybe not. I just hope that my buddy and I are still enjoying life's adventure, wherever it takes us next!
