Shall We Make It A Baker’s Dozen?

Happy Anniversary, my love. Twenty years ago we met and became friends. Seventeen years ago we started dating. Thirteen years ago were were flitting around Europe together. Twelve years ago today we were married ( Eight years ago we were in the process of buying our home. Five years ago we were new parents, struggling to figure out how to care for baby Lucas. Today, we who were two are now four: we’re loving and raising the two most beautiful baby boys in the entire universe.

I am so happy, Bascha. You are my spark and my quiet place. Thank you for being my husband. I am proud to be your wife.

3 Responses to “Shall We Make It A Baker’s Dozen?”

  • amaniellen
    June 3, 2007 at 8:09 pm

    Your story is inspiring. I’m thrilled to have you in my life. Many many happy returns to you!!


  • dakini_grl
    June 4, 2007 at 1:24 am

    Being able to watch you two together over the time I’ve known you has shown me what love can be, what love can do, and what love is. It’s thrilling to watch you dare to become a family, continue loving, and live your commitment to each other, day by day.


  • mickibean
    June 4, 2007 at 11:52 am

    How beautiful! You both inspire me with your obvious love for each other and your amazing parenting skillz….tons of congrats and love to you both:)


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