Today was my eleventh wedding anniversary. Elevendy if you live in my house. Elevendy is a made up word the Hubbs and I heard one time on a TV show. We thought it was funny then, and it became a unit of measurement whehen something was overwhelming or just too much to handle. How much is dance this month" Elevendy. What how long did that PTC meeting last" Elevendy.

How many years have we been married"

Elevendy.

We celebrated by one of us going to a golf tournament and the other of us going to a dance competition. The Hubbs met us at the competition later, but the true testament to how long you've been married to someone is when you both realize that it's just not in the cards to celebrate properly. Dinner plans" Out the window. For the record I ate scrambled eggs at eight thirty tonight. Him" I don't think he even ate. The kids" Huh" There was no banner or flowers or cards. There was a happy anniversary and an I love you and when are we putting these damn kids to bed.
I'm not even sad about it. You shouldn't be either.

It sounds dreadful, especially if you're not married yet and are still waiting for your Prince Charming. I hear that. I feel that. My eleventh anniversary hasn't been very romantic, it will never inspire any bodice ripping romance novels. But it should inspire you.

For my eleventh anniversary I've gotten the gift of comfort. The gift of contentment. I've received the gift of all is well in this world, and I can lay m...