Love, or the number twelve

We had a fabulous, chaotic, fun weekend, and my son's eighth birthday party went beautifully, right down to the weather that threatened on and off all day Saturday and then promptly changed for the worse the minute we walked out the pool doors and headed for home, a little after 3:00. I have lots to write about, including pictures of the favors if I can get them loaded onto the site, but I'll save that party lowdown for tomorrow, since today is another special day: my twelfth wedding anniversary.

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