Soul Carving

12 months in a year. 12 roses in a bouquet. 12 donuts in a box. 12 eggs in a carton. 12 inches in a foot. 12 Tribes of Israel. 12 is the Atomic Number of the element Magnesium on the Periodic Table. (Just had to put that one in there since I'm studying it in my Physical Science class)      And this week, my sweetheart and I have been married for 12 years.      "Do you think I've changed much since we've been married?" Richard asked me. We were sitting at the restaurant, waiting for our food. The light was dimmed but warm, and the savory smell of Indian spices perfumed the air. I felt so contented, sharing this special evening with him. But I sensed a hint of concern in his voice. I wanted my response to soothe whatever fears he may have. I wanted him to feel assured that not once have I ever regretted my decision to marry him, and that while we each at times may fall short of the grand expectations we hold for our marriage, I love him more...

We had the privilege of celebrating a birthday recently. Richard now has 36 years of mortal experience behind him. He's one year older, and, due in large part to our "little people", he is another year wiser! We enjoyed a trip to an Aerospace museum. Richard may not be a soldier, but he's seen some time in the trenches. And while he's never flown a jet fighter or won any war medals, he has captured my heart. I'm sure glad I ran up that white flag. He may have thought I was surrendering, but I know it was my greatest victory yet. Look at all the little troopers that have joined our ranks since then. With comrades like these, you can face any challenge. Company, atten-TION!  Forward, MARCH!!