Sure, I am 33 and John is 35, but WE are 12 years old this month. We have had some wonderful times and some difficult times these past twelve years, and strangely some of those occurred simultaneously. These past twelve years have been big for us, we have graduated from college, had all of our babies, moved 4 times, had 3 different jobs and one year of unemployment in-between it all.
I am so grateful that I have been blessed with John as my husband, he has helped me find happiness and joy in the zombie years of having newborns, the frazzled years of toddler-hood and he is still sticking with me and encouraging me as I continue to figure out this whole wife/mother thing. There is no one that I would have rather spent these past 12 years with. To celebrate our immaturity together, I put together some of our snapshots through the years and set them to music. This isn't just any music, this is a song that John recorded when he was 14 years old. I love the words, and he sounds so cute! I'm so glad that he is my BFF!
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Lyrics to the song "When I'm 64" by the Beetles
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too
Ah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight if it's not to, dear
We shall scrimp and save
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?
Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too
Ah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight if it's not to, dear
We shall scrimp and save
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?
