Thirty-Two Years

Thirty-two years: Five addresses; two states; four churches; 11 cats; three dogs; six gerbils; one iguana; lots of fish, snails and earthworms; four turtles; seven cars; two pickup trucks; two sailboats; two kayaks; five sets of dishes; two microwaves; two clothes washers; one dryer; four dishwashers; one freezer and three refrigerators--one pink, one avocado and one (thank goodness) white.

Thirty-two years:  Numerous squabbles forgotten; way more good tiimes remembered; countless comfortable moments shared.

Thirty-two years:  Two bright and beautiful daughters--potty-trained, bicycle-riding, driver-license toting and high school graduated. A Mizzou Tiger and an Arkansas Razorback in the making.

Thirty-two years:  Snoring. First soft and cute. Now just plain loud.  But that's ok. I'll take 32 more years of Big Guy sleeping beside me.

Happy Anniversary Big Guy!