Twelve is a very good number

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)

Infertility

Successful IVF

Full-term twin pregnancy

A "minor" apartment renovation

Having twins

Twin (barely sleeping) newborns

Twin babies

Twin toddlers

Twin pre-schoolers

Twin... (you get the idea)

Employment

Self-employment

Kitchen disasters

Birthday dinners

Autism

ADD

Ongoing experiments in pediatric psychopharmacology

Eldercare

Losing parents (2 in 1 year)

Nieces and Nephews weddings

Countless family Bar and Bat Mitvahs

Too many family funerals

Insomnia

Reinventions

Minor surgeries

Family vacations

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.