The 13th - A Special Day

My man is in Houston with his mom tonight, helping with his dad whose Alzheimer's is progressing and moving him into a new care situation. But that is a post for another day.

Tonight - glad though I am for him to spend that time with his mom and provide some much needed help - I am missing him a bit more than usual, because it's February 13th.

Twenty years ago, on February 13, 1988, we got engaged.

Yeah, I know we jumped the gun on Valentine's day. But that year, Valentine's Day was on Sunday. So we went out on Saturday night. And besides, it's kinda fun having a special date that stands out from all the rest and belongs just to us. We each like to go against the grain just a bit. (Actually, he likes it more than a bit!)

And then, as dates worked out with the church and the minister and getting my sister here from Ecuador, our wedding date landed on the 13th of August.

You'll never convince me that 13 is an unlucky number! To me it represents love!

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