Happy 12th Anniversary Danny!

Here's just a dozen reasons I'm glad I married you:

12.  You are more addicted to chocolate than I am.

11.  You read my blog-- sometimes without prompting.  And sometimes you even contribute to it.

10.  You scoop ice cream for me so I don't get sticky knuckles.

9.  You cleaned out my pants once and promised NEVER to tell.

8.  Even after you sneezed scrambled eggs all over the carpet at Dennys when we were engaged and you hate how much they charge for something as cheap as breakfast, you're still willing to take me there at least yearly (maybe because I give you the bacon from my Grand Slam).

7.  You stood by and held my hand as the homeless person in Burger King verbally acosted me when we were in San Francisco for a job prospect.

6.  When I bring home raw chicken from the commissary and you're unloading the groceries and putting them away, you ALWAYS say, "Ah, chicken.  This is where chicken comes to die."

5.  And when it's zucchini I bring home, you say, "What's the plan for the zucchini?  Are we just going to torture it like the last bunch?"

4.  You held my hand and didn't leave my side even though I threatened to crack you like an emesis basin during the birth of our fourth child.

3.  You stood by my side less than a week after the twins were born, the day I lost all touch with reality, assuring me everything would be okay.

2.  You gave me five boys and one girl.  And one girl on the way.

1.  You even love me all riddled with stretchmarks.

I love you my eternal companion.  Forever and ever and ever and ever . . .

Pic of twins opening one of their birthday presents-- unrelated to the post, but cute anyway.

Tater on left, Squdge on right