12

I never had a favorite number, until one just happened to me.

I met Richard on the 12th.

We got married on the 12th.

Jacob was born on the 24th, which is divisible by 12. Ryan was born on the 4th, which can be multiplied into 12. (Maybe I'm stretching a bit, but stick with me here).

Ryan was also the 12th great-grandchild born on my mom's side of the family.

So, maybe I'm just being romantic, but 12 has become kind of a special number to me.

Last night I went to a meeting for the wives and families of Richard's ship. They were prepping us for the ship's return...at some point. The Ombudsmen was given 24 passes for families to park on the pier that day. The pier, would be only feet from where the ship will pull in at, so those are highly coveted spots. The rest of the families who don't get a pass, have to park literally about a mile away, and take a shuttle to the pier.

The Ombudsmen decided the best thing to do, was to give everyone a number, then pull 24 numbers out of a basket, like a raffle, as a way to fairly disperse the pier passes.

I was so nervous. If I had to, yes, I could park far away and take the shuttle. But, the thing is, I know that the day Richard comes home, I am going to be so excited, and anxious, and bubbling over with nervous energy, that I am not going to want to wait on any shuttle.

So when the Ombudsmen handed me my number, which would act as my raffle ticket, I had a good feeling.

I got a pier parking pass! I am so excited. Now I just can't wait for the day I get to use it.