28

I love the sound of 28.

All the days and months and years that make it up.

This morning I looked at a picture of us. We were 23 and 27, just married and beaming. In other pictures from that day, 28 years ago today, I am laughing.  He’s made some witty aside or just been flat-out funny. I have been laughing ever since.  

All these years later we have a history and treasures: our children, our family and friends, our little place by the beach, and a life laced with laughs.  On even the saddest night, he cracks a little joke and the world rights itself.