One month ago tonight, we were headed to the hospital for Wyatt's birth. Colette remarked to me that if he was born on the 13th, his birthday would occasionally fall on a Friday the 13th. I said "Hey, we were married on the 13th of January." So, we do not suffer from triskaidekaphobia in the Amey household, we embrace the number 13.
So far our anniversary has only fallen on a Friday the 13th once, in 2006. It was fine. Others have chosen to fly in the face of the number 13, like the original George W. (Washington that is) who laid the cornerstone to the White House on October 13, 1792. Though those being born on the 13th don't have much choice in the matter, Wyatt shares his birthday with Jerry Rice, Kelly Preston, Marie Osmond, Sammy Hagar, and Paul Simon.
Our anniversary is also the birthday of Orlando Bloom, Patrick Dempsey, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Trace Adkins (whom I have met, and he is as tall as I am), and that certain person American Idol made famous for being awful, whom I will only identify as W.H.
I made up the title as the logical opposite of triskaidekaphobia, but I was certainly not the first to do so. Even though the word isn't in the dictionary, you will find plenty of uses on the web with a quick google search.
Anyway, October the 13th of 2008 was certainly a joyous day for us. God is great, and our first month with Wyatt has been such a blessing.