thirteen years is a long time for just about anything. but having been married for 13 years and only being 35, it's a heady number to contemplate. a lovely friend (hi allison!) told us about a recent npr program in which the latest generation (X, Y, Z? i can't keep track anymore) is making a greater commitment to stay married, because the previous generation has so much divorce. the most interesting piece of advice was this: whatever your issues or struggles are in your second year of marriage, is what you will have to work on for always. thought provoking isn't it? our same awesome friend (hi allison!) came over yesterday to watch the huffsters so that we could take an afternoon to ourselves to celebrate our anniversary. we went to the LACMA to see the tim burton exhibit (awesome) (no photos allowed, so i've got nothing) and then went to eat at son of a gun. that's right, son of a gun. also awesome (photos semi allowed, got dirty looks from hipsters, but i shot some film anyway jerks). while stuffing our faces with an amazing dinner, we talked about our thirteen years of marriage, and what our issues were in the second year. turns out they were money and travelling for work. two things which are definitely still stressors for us. but we've managed to recognize this over the years, and keep on trucking. sweet, huh? i also thought the concept of a baker's dozen was interesting. the idea being that one is a throw away to avoid having less than a dozen. which lead to a conversation about best and worst years. turns out 2007 stunk. and 2010 - 2011 was rockin'. yeah, of course having kids and whatnot are amazing milestones, but that's a given. i'm not that heartless people. anyway, all that to say, that i can't imagine 13 years with anyone else but a one mister david huffman. i love you my dear. we make us awesome.
ps. in no way did david intend to color coordinate with our date, but i think it's awesome that he did. see? he's the best.