Saturday was our anniversary. Twelve years ago, we went to see Batman Forever and held hands and gave each other nervous looks and later pretended we had been concentrating completely on Jim Carrey's performance. Nine years ago we got married in the Kissimmee courthouse with our roommate ( a blonde coworker with whom my husband was extremely close friends until they had to actually live with one another, at which point they became fierce enemies), my grandparents, my parents, my sister and one of my brothers in attendance. I made my own wedding cake, sculpting little roses out of store-bought fondant, and we spent our two day honeymoon at one of the Disney hotels we'd once worked at. The people at the front desk still knew us, and they gave us a free night stay and a gift basket.