Today, I take a brief pause from ranting about the state of the world to celebrate the fact that I’ve been married to the best guy ever for twelve years. We’ve been through infertility and pregnancy loss, and all manner of chronic health issues. He supported me through a career change and a master’s degree. We bought a house, did a bunch of work on it, planted a garden, accumulated too much stuff, did more work, got rid of stuff and accumulated different stuff. We’ve fostered dogs, and a cat, and hope to foster children. We’ve been to London, and Alaska, and Pennsic.
I’m looking forward to the next dozen years, and the next, and the next.