The husband and I are celebrating our 1 year wedding anniversary today. One year ago we said "I do" and the past year has been amazing. Different than I expected, harder than I expected but amazing nonetheless. My mom told me that now the honeymoon is over, to which I responded "What honeymoon?" I love my husband and I can't wait for another year to be under our marriage, but I am so excited for our anniversary present!
A few months ago (Yes, the husband is most certainly a planner. Anything that involves travel especially is sure to be completely planned a few months in advance.) the husband played a nice trick on me. We were both downstairs in the kitchen, taking turns preparing dinner. I finished my portion of whatever I had been working on so I sat down to search the internet for something interesting to look at. After a few minutes, the husband asks if we could switch for a few minutes so he can look up something for work. I don't mind, I love it when we are both in the kitchen working together.
As dinner is finishing up I walk back to my computer to continue whatever it was I was doing to find a picture of the New York skyline on the screen. I was very confused at this point. And I'm one of those people that shows every emotion across their face all the time. My father refers to me as 'poker face' because I cannot concel my thoughts in the least. With questioning eyes and furrowed eye brows I ask the husband how he could possibly need that picture for work. To which he replies:
Well, we never went on a honeymoon and I know you have always wanted to go to New York so I thought we would go for our 1 year anniversary. I tried planning it but couldn't do it without talking to you first.
My husband is thoughtful like this all the time. I came home on Friday to a bouquet of gerbera daisies and field daisies (they were the flowers in our wedding) and the song 1234 by the plain white t's playing (my bridesmaids walked down the aisle to this song). He was hiding around the corner in the dining room so I didn't see that he was recording me. He also took me out to the Melting Pot last night for our anniversary dinner and is making me blueberry pancakes with homemade blueberry syrup on top this morning for breakfast. As he told me, this is our "anniversary weekend" in which I get to celebrate the happiest day of my life (I knew he couldn't be completely serious).
These moments where he and I get to reconnect and just be together are the happiest moments in my life. I am so blessed to have married such a wonderful man and am excited to see how our life together plays out.
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Sunday, March 7, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Romance is
Valentines Day. So much hype. Really, so much pressure from women that they put on their men. The husband does not believe in celebrating Hallmark holidays and I don't care one way or the other. It truly does not bother me that we had a normal day on Sunday, spent walking the mall and eating a nice lunch with my parents.
I had to field too many questions and encountered countless awkward situations concerning the subject of Valentines Day. And everyone's questions and comments are all the same:
Them: What are you and your husband doing for Valentines Day?
Me: Nothing.
Them: Nothing? *serious looks of concern would be all over their faces at this point* Why not?
Me: It's not really a big deal to me. *shrugging my shoulders* We don't believe in Valentine's Day.
I know people at this point are thinking that my husband is either: cheap, unromantic, insensitive or all three. I mean, how dare he neglect to buy me expensive jewelry and overpriced chocolates right?
No.
Let's face it, women are bitchy and whiny and demanding. And who puts up with that everyday? Our husbands. It's amazing I'm even married when I think back to how I act one week out of every month.
My husband does so much for me everyday. This morning I was running late, so the husband made my lunch. He was the one that made sure our taxes were put together and taken care of. He is the one that designs and thinks about dinner for the week. He is the one that scrubs our toilets and shower because he knows how much I hate sticking my hand in those disgusting crevices. He is the one that has the full time job and pays all our bills every month.
And do I even think to thank him for these things? These seemingly simplistic tasks are the ones that my man does to let me know he cares.
So this is to you my love.
I had to field too many questions and encountered countless awkward situations concerning the subject of Valentines Day. And everyone's questions and comments are all the same:
Them: What are you and your husband doing for Valentines Day?
Me: Nothing.
Them: Nothing? *serious looks of concern would be all over their faces at this point* Why not?
Me: It's not really a big deal to me. *shrugging my shoulders* We don't believe in Valentine's Day.
I know people at this point are thinking that my husband is either: cheap, unromantic, insensitive or all three. I mean, how dare he neglect to buy me expensive jewelry and overpriced chocolates right?
No.
Let's face it, women are bitchy and whiny and demanding. And who puts up with that everyday? Our husbands. It's amazing I'm even married when I think back to how I act one week out of every month.
My husband does so much for me everyday. This morning I was running late, so the husband made my lunch. He was the one that made sure our taxes were put together and taken care of. He is the one that designs and thinks about dinner for the week. He is the one that scrubs our toilets and shower because he knows how much I hate sticking my hand in those disgusting crevices. He is the one that has the full time job and pays all our bills every month.
And do I even think to thank him for these things? These seemingly simplistic tasks are the ones that my man does to let me know he cares.
So this is to you my love.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Stalking = Happiness
I find it amusing to tell the story of how the husband and I met. We were in college, but as I point out to everyone who is sucked into listening, he is much much older than I (5 years) and being so we had not one class together. How then did we meet? On an intramural volleyball team. And he was psycho. He came to the tournaments screaming his head off, hooting and hollering, scaring the ever-living-everything out of me. And then, when we lost miserably in volleyball and therefore had no more tournaments, he stalked me. Yes. Stalked.
I guess it's necessary for you to know that I worked in the school library to earn money toward tuition. The husband knew this. And he would come in on those nights that I was stuck working the closing shift and stand at the front desk and talk to me for a while. Before he had to go to his "study group", right.
Okay, it's not quite stalking, but it's my story.
6 months went by without anything more than what I thought was friendly conversations when I get an instant message through myspace (yes, I was one of those). It was all over from there. 4 years later and here I am. Married to the stalker.
The husband, however tells the story much differently: As I stated before, I worked at the school library. What I failed to mention, and what the husband never fails to mention, is the Library was a "gentlman's" club. So, his story goes something like: She used to work at the Library, making sure to slowly enunciate "the Library" and nudging whoever he is proudly telling. Blank looks usually come across the story recipient as they imagine the neon signs and the tasteless atmosphere. You know, something like this. Then their faces change as they slowly turn to look at me... I can only imagine what they are thinking right at that moment.
Then the stalker has a good laugh. And I have to clarify that I worked at THE SCHOOL library and that no, I will not be "performing" later that night.
I guess it's necessary for you to know that I worked in the school library to earn money toward tuition. The husband knew this. And he would come in on those nights that I was stuck working the closing shift and stand at the front desk and talk to me for a while. Before he had to go to his "study group", right.
Okay, it's not quite stalking, but it's my story.
6 months went by without anything more than what I thought was friendly conversations when I get an instant message through myspace (yes, I was one of those). It was all over from there. 4 years later and here I am. Married to the stalker.
The husband, however tells the story much differently: As I stated before, I worked at the school library. What I failed to mention, and what the husband never fails to mention, is the Library was a "gentlman's" club. So, his story goes something like: She used to work at the Library, making sure to slowly enunciate "the Library" and nudging whoever he is proudly telling. Blank looks usually come across the story recipient as they imagine the neon signs and the tasteless atmosphere. You know, something like this. Then their faces change as they slowly turn to look at me... I can only imagine what they are thinking right at that moment.
Then the stalker has a good laugh. And I have to clarify that I worked at THE SCHOOL library and that no, I will not be "performing" later that night.
My story is better.
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