Lucky Number 13

Today is my 13th wedding anniversary. Thirteen years of marriage after five years of dating. Cowgrit and I met in our college town the week before my 23rd birthday; she was 21. Two days before my birthday, I asked her if she’d go out with me on my birthday. She already had plans, so had to say “no” for that day. But we managed to make a date for a couple days later, and we’ve been tight together ever since. She became, and still is, my best friend.

I would love to give some advice in this blog post for keeping a marriage going, but really, I’m just happy that Cowgrit continues to put up with me.

This past weekend, Cowgrit spent some time in the backyard planting flowers while I did some stuff inside the house. At one point when I looked out the window, I saw her holding the water hose, spraying water for the boys to run through and play in. She was wearing old sneakers, jeans, and a white t-shirt, all streaked and spotted with mud and clay. Even dirty, she’s just darned cute.

I’m a lucky man.

Bullgrit
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