The best part of having an anniversary in the year 2000 is automatically having an easy count of how many years it’s been. For Andy and myself, this marks our thirteenth. The lucky one. (Where’s the bar mitzvah?) According to Madonna’s version of the Kaballah, thirteen is the age when the soul solidifies into what it’s going to be. In other words, by thirteen, the die is cast. I think we take comfort in that. A lot has happened in thirteen years, but my one constant has been Andy. He doesn’t get a lot of the glory that he deserves (and shies away from the camera and self-exultation or he’d be featured a lot more here), but my life would not be the same without him, and I can’t imagine it any other way. Happy Anniversary, Drew!
