A dime a dozen

Daniel in our first year of marriage.

I felt funny all over the first time I saw him. And he still remembers the patchwork skirt, tiny red T-shirt, and Converse sneakers I was wearing the first time he saw me. We met in March and I had a ring by July. I was 20 years old that summer, with a cute little diamond platinum solitaire on my hand and a cloud upon which I floated.

Now as we celebrate 12 years of marriage - a full dozen, a nice Old Testament number - I am an even bigger fan of Daniel Rupp than I was back then. Over the years he has earned, more and more, my delight (in his personality), my respect (of how he handles himself), my admiration (of the way he perseveres), and my gratitude (for having loved me and the kids so darn well).

Happy Anniversary, Baby. Love stories like ours don't come a dime a dozen.