My wife’s already beat me to it, but I have to reciprocate and say “Happy Anniversary!” to her!
I have surprisingly clear memories of 8/13/95, but honestly hardly any memory at all of any of the subsequent anniversaries. Then again, most of them were spent with one or both of us in grad school (read, “no fancy dinners”) and the last four have been complicated by kids (ditto). Regardless, the various August thirteenths have all punctuated good, happy, healthy, productive years. Thank you, babe!
Happy 13th! I remember your wedding quite well, too. Do you remember running out and ringing the bell on the Mac campus? That was awesome. 😉 Have a great one!
Happy day to both of you!