Twelve

Happy Anniversary, Blake.

12. 

For real?  Time is flying.

You can read my 10 year post here.  I'm just too damn tired to do another for 12.

Just add us moving to California and doing about 4,314 other things to that list and we'll be up to date. 

I thank God every day that he chose me to be your wife. 

And, I thank him, too, for these little punks we have the pleasure of spending our days with. 

So far, I think we have not totally screwed it all up. 

Time will tell.

Love you, babe.

~Mrs. Starnes