It's difficult to believe that Paul and I will have been married 12 years on this coming Sunday. It seems like a long time ... until you compare it to my grandparents. One pair celebrated 60 years this summer. The other, 65 years. We've been through a lot during the last dozen years, but it's clear that we have a lot to learn.
This anniversary also means that we've spent more than half of our married life in Ohio. We spent just a few months short of six years in New York. Of course we were never full-fledged New Yorkers -- how could we be, when we were both born, bred and educated in Ohio? -- but it is the place where we were alone together the most. And so this seems like another milestone that takes us further away from our time there.
A lot has happened in 12 years: two kids, two states, two houses. And we're just two ordinary people who hope to have many more years and adventures together.