It’s a month of special dates.
Tomorrow Paul and I celebrate our 20th anniversary. Twenty years! This is crazy to me, because I remember my own parents’ 20th anniversary, when I was 16 years old. Surely I can’t be anywhere near the age that they were then!
In addition, last week marked 10 years living in this house, in this neighborhood. Half our marriage, and almost a quarter of my life. We moved here before Edith’s first birthday, and it was the house Atticus came home from the hospital to.
It’s been a good marriage, it’s been a good house, with many more years yet to come.
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