Jennifer and I celebrate twelve years of marriage this week; something like 17 years total together. That’s a lot. Over the course of an evening we discuss the following things we already know:

• We are lucky.
• We are happy.
• All we ever needed to know we learned from our six-year-old.
• Life is good.
• We are lucky.

In other news, we visited Spa Velía for the first and maybe not the last time for a couples’ massage. The place itself is very nice, the ambience is great, the massages are good (though we’ve had better). Throw in a couple or three martinis and a kickass NY strip on top and I really really have nothing about which I can complain. My life and my ability to appreciate it seem to get better with every passing year. Here’s to lucky thirteen.