Twelve

In the past twelve years, I have aged twelve years. Physically, at least.

In the past twelve years, I have lived in Atlanta for a little more than eleven of them.

In the past twelve years, I have been out of school for ten of them.

In the past twelve years, I have visited nine different countries. Eight if you don't count the one in which I live. Seven if you also don't count the one in which the only stop was at an airport.

In the past twelve years, I have lived in six different homes.

In the past twelve years, I have worked for five different companies and was laid off twice.

In the past twelve years, I have owned four automobiles. Three of them were Mazdas.

In the past twelve years, I have welcomed two children into the world, one of them on this very day.

The past twelve years would have been incomprehensible, nay, even impossible, apart from my one incredible, beautiful, talented, and loving bride. Happy twelfth anniversary to my incomparable Margo!