Six is the best number ever.
I decided this when I was six-years-old, of course, but it's worked wonderfully for 18 years. You see, until I was six, my favorite number each year was my age. First, Bert introduced me to the wonderfulness that is the number six. Then, I counted the letters in my first name: A-s-h-l-e-y. Six. And the letters in my last name: W-a-g-n-e-r. Six.
And my fate was sealed. I firmly decided I would never change my favorite number again. (Six-year-olds make Very Important decisions and commitments, obviously.)
My softball number was a six and number I pick without fail for everything is the beautiful six. For a long time, I wanted six kids. (We'll see about that.) Mike even proposed to me with SIXteen riddles, because my love for six is so strong. I honestly get warm, fuzzy feelings when I think about how wonderful six has been to me.
An adorable side effect of my six-love has been my youngest sister loving six, as well. Her choosing the number six is the same as saying, "I love you, big sister. You are the best."
And to those who told me in elementary school that six was the "Devil's favorite number," I am OBVIOUSLY not a devil, thank you.
Please, tell me I'm not the only one who has a favorite number.
And, if you don't have one already, I have one I'd like to suggest...