Twelve years ago, on a cold, windy Saturday afternoon, I married the love of my life, my best friend, my hero.
Today we celebrate our first dozen years. A dozen years seems like a long time by today's standards and I guess it is but when you think of my parents, who've been married going on their FOURTH dozen, and Larry's parents, who were married nearly 56 years when death parted them, it's just that. Our first dozen. We've been together for nearly 23 years and in my heart, I became Larry's wife then, the day we met in 1988. We just waited a long time to make it legal!
Larry has always tried to get whatever traditional gift you're supposed to get for whatever anniversary you're having. Like for our leather anniversary, he got me a new wallet. For steel, he got me a beautiful set of stainless steel bowls. For aluminum, he made me a gorgeous picture on a piece of foil. This year, our anniversary is the linen anniversary and he made me a dozen plus two paper roses, one for the two of us and one for each year we've been married, inside a tube and the linen is a piece of his sheet that he printed this sweet poem on.