Earlier this week I received a congratulatory notice from WordPress that I had been at this blogging thing for twelve years, which feels like a pretty significant milestone. As I reflected back on the winding road of ridiculousness that this space has taken over the years, I recalled that not many months into the adventure I wrote about another significant anniversary in my life when my husband and I celebrated twelve years of marriage.

In that post, I lamented that between kids’ schedules, work schedules, and the generally tiring pace of life, we put off actually celebrating. We were in a busy time of life then, and twelve years, I suggested, didn’t really feel like a special number. Then I argued that it really should.

So, twelve years after I posted for the first time in this space, a few months before my husband and I will celebrate twenty-four years of marriage, I’m revisiting the case for year number twelve, bloggiversary style.

Because great things come in twelves, things like eggs, months, and disciples, hours on the analog clock, signs of the zodiac, tribes of Israel, drummers drumming, and years of the Practical Historian blog: your guide to practically true history. We regularly bake cookies, cupcakes, and muffins in multiples of twelve, and twelve even has its own special nickname, placing it on par with other rock star numbers like 3.14… and 6.02 x 10²³.

The word dozen comes from the French douzaine, which is a derivation of douze, the Latin word for twelve with a collective suffix tacked onto the end. Of course it’s perfectly possible to tack the same suffix onto the end of other numbers and get, for example, quinzaine (a group of fifteen) or centaine (a group of one hundred), but at least in English, we typically don’t.

Because twelve is particularly special.

Speaking mathematically (and if one feels so compelled) there’s a pretty good argument for counting in a base twelve system, rather than the base ten system in which we normally operate. We do it already when we tell time, measure in inches, or order a gross of cocktail umbrellas. In the field of finance where calendar months are often an important part of the calculation a duodecimal or dozenal system (that’s what math nerds who actually do feel compelled to argue about this kind of thing call base twelve) could make sense.

And if we think in terms of factors, which are the kind of things math nerds really geek out about, Twelve is a lot more versatile than ten. Ten factors to 2 x 5, whereas twelve factors to 6 x 2, 4 x 3, and 2 x 2 x 3.

So, thank you WordPress for the heads up, because twelve really is a thing worth celebrating:

6 posts about aliens x 2 Gravitar photo updates = 4 novel launches x 3 posts about vampires = 3 anti-censorship soapboxes x 2 summer blog breaks when my kids were young x 2 more posts about my dog than any history blog has a right to post = 12 years of spilling history and nonsense into this little corner of the blogosphere.

Here’s to another twelve years. And maybe another twelve years after that. I might even suggest that I’ll still be at this twelve times twelve years from now. But that would just be gross.

Thanks for coming along for the ride!