We tend to think of thirteen as an unlucky number. We lump it with black cats and walking under ladders and stuff of superstitions. But I think thirteen just might be a lucky number, at least from my point of view today.
Fred, my Dear Husband, and I have been married thirteen years today. We have been companions for twenty years, but we said our vows just thirteen years ago.
If you ask me, it doesn’t seem possible we have been together 20 years, let alone 13. They say time flies when you are having a good time.
Fred and I compliment each other. No…..we don’t sit around telling each other how good we are. Silly! The parts of me that are missing, HE has…..and vice versa. We make the perfect Trivial Pursuit team. My family hates to play us.
I worry, he doesn’t. I plan, he doesn’t (except for the business). I love the cat, he doesn’t. He sails, I don’t. He tells AWFUL puns, I don’t (for the most part.) He thinks he’s immortal, I don’t. He’s mechanical and I’m not. We fit like old shoes.
Happy Anniversary, Fred. Stay safe, love, and don’t loose your way.