Lake Erie today. Can't tell the lake from the sky. I wish the goofus hanging over the dock hadn't been in the picture, but I never even noticed him.
Today I have been married twelve years, which by my calculation means I was eleven on our first day of wedded bliss. Because I kind of like the whole list making blog from the derby, I am setting out again.
Those 12 years included, but were not limited to (I get this line from writing job descriptions):
4 cities, 3 apartments, and 2 homes
1 law degree and passed bar exam
7 employers, 1 downsizing
1 St. Bernard with IBS
12 vacations: including 1 honeymoon in Yellowstone, where we shared a bathroom with all the guests of Old Faithful Lodge; 1 camping trip in Maine that resulted in sleeping in the back of the borrowed Blazer; 1 trip to Florida during Hurricane Francis; and 1 trip to Delaware without cable TV which equaled a marathon viewing of the entire first season of The OC.
246 great inventions by Scott, which other people stole
7 vehicles: including 1 blue bird Escort AKA "WT" that lost part of its muffler in the final stages before death, and 1 red Jetta that made it through the Hookahville swamp of 2000 unassisted when all other autos had to be dislodged by hundreds of rain soaked hippies
1 hour and 15 minutes of active labor (1 hour for Morgan, 15 minutes for Zoe)
2 beautiful offspring
Scott and I are not good about the whole anniversary thing. The year Morgan was born, we completely forgot. I like to think it is because our life is so full with the above, it seems silly to remember one day.
Today Scott got up for a long bike ride, to get back in triathlon mode after the marathon. The girls and I "slept in" together, which in Zoe's terms is 7 o'clock. We bought plants for attempt at a vegetable garden, we had a picnic at the beach, I took the girls to the playground, and Scott got his car washed. Pretty much a perfect day!