But we are very grateful. We celebrated our 12th Christmas as a married couple this year. Since that first one we've had 5 addresses, 5 jobs each, 6 cars, at least a dozen vacations, and 2 and 1/3 kids. We've had our cars towed at least 3 times, had roof leaks at least twice, had a busted water main line, and had to replace an HVAC system in July while I was 8 months pregnant.
We've paid for a Master's Degree, supported each other through periods of unemployment, and experienced both raises and pay cuts. We've gone to funerals for grandparents and great aunts and uncles, weddings for siblings and cousins, and to the hospital to visit at least 10 new babies. We buried my beloved aunt for whom my daughter is named.
We almost lost my dad, we watched our siblings become adults, and we prayed desperately for the health of lots of friends and relatives.
There are a lot more things--it has been 12 years. But through it all we have developed one toast that we offer up for every Christmas, Valentine's Day, and anniversary: To more of the same.
So for this year and the next 60 to come, "to more of the same."