Despite a lot of negative cultural connotations associated with the number 13, it seems to be a lucky number for me. In fact, it has become my favorite number.
September 13, 1969 - Mr. Cheeks was born. Could be the luckiest day of my life, even though I hadn't even been born yet. Thirty years and three months later, December 13, 1999 - he told me that he loved me for the very first time. Eight months later, August 13, 2000 - he asked me to be his wife. One year and two months later, October 13, 2001 - we became husband and wife. Ten months later, August 13, 2002 - we bought our first house together, the house where we'll raise our family.
Pretty darn lucky if you ask me.
September 13, 1969 - Mr. Cheeks was born. Could be the luckiest day of my life, even though I hadn't even been born yet. Thirty years and three months later, December 13, 1999 - he told me that he loved me for the very first time. Eight months later, August 13, 2000 - he asked me to be his wife. One year and two months later, October 13, 2001 - we became husband and wife. Ten months later, August 13, 2002 - we bought our first house together, the house where we'll raise our family.
Pretty darn lucky if you ask me.
Awwwww that's sweet! Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteCan I add tridecaphilia to your list of kinks?
I think September gives February a good run as best month ever...just saying.
It IS a pretty strange coincidence that two of my favorite men in the whole wide world were born in September...
ReplyDeleteCheers to lucky numbers and to your special anniversary of sorts today. :)
ReplyDelete13 is one of my faves too. though it seems much luckier for you : 0
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ReplyDeleteHe's gettin' a tattoo, he's gettin' ink done/He asked for a 13/But they gave him 31.
ReplyDeleteSorry, random Offspring singin'.
Happy 13th!
Sounds like great luck to me!!
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ReplyDeleteIt's no longer the 13th here in Florida so "happy belated 13th" or something like that. :)
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