Our lucky 13th wedding anniversary

How do you celebrate 13 years of marriage?On Saturday we got out of the house together without our boys for a few hours to go to an event through John’s job. I wore a red fascinator, we enjoyed adult conversation, and we watched a steeplechase race. It was lovely.

The next day we took our boys along with us for a special dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, Dimitri’s in Catonsville, Md. Our older son announced that it was our anniversary, and we were treated to a complimentary brownie sundae for the table.

Horse racing and a brownie sundae? That would be hard to top. During my weekly grocery run, I had picked out what I thought was the ideal anniversary card for my husband of 13 years and counting. On the spur of the moment, I bought a few scratch-off tickets. I knew the boys would enjoy them, and they seemed fun for our “lucky 13^th.”

Today, on our anniversary morning, Leo and Daniel couldn’t wait to scratch off the lottery tickets, but I made them wait until their father opened his card.

As they were waiting, it occurred to Daniel that his father might not actually have a card for me. So he ran to get a piece of card stock and created a card. And, of course, his card was amazing and far superior to anything I could have found in the grocery store.

I had told the boys that if we won $50,000 in the lottery, we would all take the day off. Unluckily—or luckily, depending on how you look at it—we only won $15.

In the evening, after our boys went to sleep, I worked on finishing the dishes while John did the laundry in the basement. As I was working, I thought about how he does all the laundry, all the yard work, all the financial stuff, all the hard work in the household that I can’t figure out.

Me? I do all the cooking and the school paperwork and the blogging.

We may not have won $50,000 in the lottery. But on our 13^th anniversary (and every other day, too), I feel like the luckiest person in the world.

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