Later this week Handsome and I will be celebrating our tenth anniversary. Ten years of marriage and all of the adventure, chaos, romance, pain, joy, doubt, fulfillment, relief, strength building, learning, and bliss that comes with it. I can think of many more applicable nouns to cram into that sentence, but my beloved unpaid editor might have a stroke over the breathless abuse of commas.
Next week we will be off on a seven day road trip, just the two of us, soaking up some highway miles and fresh perspective. Escaping back to ourselves and injecting life with lots of new memories. So this week, in between finishing projects at the farm and losing fourteen and a half pounds before my dreaded beach reveal, I would like to share some of our best memories and also some things we’ve learned in these first ten years as husband and wife.
July 14, 2001.
“I like your sleeves, they’re real big.”
“Thanks. I made ’em myself.”
Who knows the movie?
“Thanks. I made ’em myself.”
Who knows the movie?
If you have marital seniority over us, you may scoff at these “lessons,” just as our future selves might do if they ever look back and read this silly blog. If you are a newlywed you might also scoff. Some of how we see life now is a lot different than how we did ten years ago. This is only our experience, only our truth. And we are constantly searching for more of it.
Stay Tuned. xoxoxo
As long as the serial comma lives, I am safe from a stroke, but thanks for thinking of me. 😉