12 Years

dgportraits186Yesterday marked our 12th wedding anniversary.  Twelve years of messy boys, twelve years of dirty laundry, twelve years of weeding the garden.  Twelve years of love.

far sideThe Old Man and I are not the “warm fuzzy” types.  We are pragmatists with sarcastic senses of humor.  The Old Man once claimed that I was poisoning him, so for his birthday he got a card with this Far Side comic on it.  Now that’s love!

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20180916_211654I tell him he’s safe as long as there are projects around the house that need to be done.  Each time he grumbles about another one of my ideas, I remind him that it’s job security and that he should be thankful.  You know, it’s the little ways I show him I care.

This is actually pretty mild.  I’ve done worse!

When we were first dating I told him I would feed him if he took care of the dishes.  He thought that was a fair deal.  Little did he know.  He describes my cooking methodology as “blowing up the kitchen”.  I remind him of that job security thing again, and ask him if he wants anything to drink.

New Year’s Eve a few years ago at the home of our good friends.  We are holding up a piece of Vasilopita, a traditional Greek bread, and we got the coin!  Read more about this here!

We are a little more gray now than we were twelve years ago.  A few more wrinkles.  An exciting evening is when we don’t fall asleep on the couch by 8:30.  We are also now grandparents of a new baby boy.  Life has had its ups and downs, and will continue to do so, but so far it’s been pretty good.  Here’s to another twelve years!20180503_192921

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