12 Years

Yesterday, Sheryl and I celebrated our 12th anniversary. It was filled with exciting things like church, lunch with family and friends for Father's Day, mowing the yard, small group, and catching fireflies with Kinsey and Connor as the sun set and watching bats fly over our yard.

Twelve years is how long my mom and (bio)dad were married, so this one has always kind of been a weird benchmark for me (not that Sheryl and I have ever contemplated divorce or separation). It was almost like I HAD to make it there and then... well, I don't really know what then. I don't know if that's a characteristic of children of divorce, but it's one of mine.

I've said before in all the other anniversary posts that I've done, that I'm really very blessed to be married to a woman like Sheryl and that I've changed for the better as a result of our life together. I can't imagine anyone I'd rather spend 12 hours in a van with, or that I would rather see the Badlands or the Scottish Highlands or Big Ben. Or rather crawl into bed with, at the end of a grueling day of kid-wrangling. And that to me makes for a Happy Anniversary.