Hubs and I decided that since our seventh year of marriage was pretty much as bad as it could get, and that since seven is supposed to be a lucky number, that we were going to make 13, the unlucky number, our best year yet. Though I guess that once we hit our 13th anniversary, we are/were now officially in our 14th year. Whatever. Our thirteenth year was awesome. Wonderful. No matter how annoyed we got with each other, we were still in stride. Good, good year. And here's to another great one.
I'm plugging for, oh, at least 58 more so we can keep up with my grandparents.
And since I am saving my poetic side for another Chicken Soup submission, I will leave you with my post from year 11. Just sub 13 for 11 and it still works.
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You guys are cute. :)
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