As old cranky pants Friedrich Nietzsche once put it, it's not a lack of love that spoils a marriage, but lack of friendship. I've been married to my best friend for 12 years, been together for longer, and now we're closing in on our first uninterrupted year in Canada. She's the best luck I've ever had.
Apparently, silk is the symbol for a 12th anniversary. It's a natural fiber, woven from the elements by creatures both great and small. An intense and at times trying process, the end result is the creation of a tapestry that can reveal the story of its own making. That's what I'm celebrating this week; a story woven from the elements with the one I love.