This was us 13 years ago, sharing a quiet, thoughtful, and content moment just outside the doors of our wedding reception.
It’s exactly what 13 years of marriage feels like: quiet, thoughtful, and content.
Last year on our anniversary, I wrote a piece about what it meant to be married for twelve years. Today, as we officially celebrate our “baker’s dozen,” everything I wrote is still spot on, except for one important detail. I have a headboard!
In case you missed the essay last year or would like to read it again, here’s the link:
–> https://therunawaymama.com/2014/09/01/what-it-means-to-be-married-for-12-years-or-bakers-dozen/ <–
Already looking forward to 14…
Talk soon,
The Runaway Mama by Jen Gregory 