3.5 3.5 years filled with memories and days I have spent with the amazing Isabelle Elise Miller. My tough and resilient April baby. 3 and a half candles on her half-birthday cake. 3.5 years worth of firsts. 3.5: rational #.
12. 12 years of teaching German. 12 Septembers I’ve stepped into the classroom all bright-eyed and idealistic since in my chosen profession, every year is a fresh start. A dozen times I've turned the calendar and ushered in a new year, cheering 'Prosit' with my classes, establishing goals for the year. 12: real #.
20. 20 years since I met Don, the most amazing person I could hope to partner with on life’s journeys and adventures. A score of years I’ve gotten to look over at that remarkable face and see love and contentment and support in those big, brown eyes. 20: natural #.
1st. 1st time I’ve run over 5 miles since the Army. And in a really respectable amount of time, which for me, is a personal best. 1st: ordinal #.
9. 9 years since my first cancer. 9 glorious years. And due to the staging of my cancer a great place to be. Sort of, since I cannot say 9 years cancer-free. 9: whole #.
4. 4 years since my second cancer. In many ways worse than the first, but I’m still here after 4 years and will do everything I can to continue to be. 4: even #.
13. 9 plus 4 is 13. 13 years, technically, that I have lived thinking about cancer on a constant, then a fairly regular, then a semi-regular, then an occasional and finally on a sporadic basis. 13: prime #.
13. 13 years cancer-free for a blogger I follow regularly. 13 years her mother survived cancer-free and then it came back suddenly and took her life. Wouldn't you think you were safe after 13 years? 13: unlucky #?
41. 41 years I have witnessed incredible happiness and sadness. 41 years I’ve heard the laughter of children playing, including the sweet giggles of my own child. 41 years hung on a face that has chortled, frowned and gasped at all of life’s surprises. 41: odd, and yet awesome, #.
What are your numbers?