Here’s to Us. Who’s Like Us? Damn Few!


IMG_5596Jeanne: Skirt | Sweater (Similar) | Necklace (Similar 1Similar 2) | Booties

T.: Jeans | Shirt | Sweater (Similar) | Shoes

Two years ago at this exact time…well, I was probably pacing somewhere with a jittery stomach and sweaty palms.  See, today is my husband, T. and my two year wedding anniversary.  Let me be clear, I wasn’t nervous and perspiring two years ago because I wasn’t sure T. was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with; that is one thing I can say I knew with complete, unwavering, and an almost stubborn certainty. But there I was, forming deep circles in a lovely carpet that I could never afford to replace. The reason why? My dress was missing.

Yes, my perfect, gorgeous, princess-fairy-tale-rainbow-unicorn of a dress was not delivered to my wedding venue.  We got married the Saturday after Thanksgiving (told you it was my favorite holiday!) and the dressmaker had promised to get all the dresses there first thing that morning.  We show up, and we are missing exactly one dress, mine.

We scurry into a panic, my mother calling every number she can think of, the chef offering me his wife’s wedding dress from years ago because she is about my size (which is quite possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, I will always remember that). We finally find the dress (the dressmaker “forgot” to deliver it, lovely) and everything seems back on track.

See why I held out? It was a good dress!
See why I held out? It was a good dress!

Suddenly, our photographer arrives and hands me an envelope with a card inside.  That is when I remember.  The one thing I had asked T. do to the day of our wedding (you know, besides show up and say “I do.”) was this very sweet tradition I had seen on some wedding blog where the bride and groom write each other a note to deliver a few hours prior to the ceremony. I loved the idea and demanded we do it.  So there I stand with Tim’s card, and I…had completely and utterly forgot.

I race to chair with a pad of paper and golf pencil (seriously, that’s all I could find). I scribble 3 full pages front and back about how much I love T. and can’t want to spend my life with him, real mushy stuff (the details of which I would never subject you to).  I hand the card back to the photographer to deliver, exhale and go to open his card.  It’s a Hallmark card and inside T. has written 3 sentences: “The dress is here. Everything is ok. I love you”.


IMG_5600FullSizeRenderIMG_5599This story to me is exactly why T. and I are so perfect for each other. T. is a careful planner, I tend to skim over (…forget) details.  I am very open with my emotions, T. is a bit more careful with his words. And most importantly, T. always, always knows how to make me laugh (even when he isn’t trying to).   A lot has happened in two years; we moved halfway across the country, started new jobs, bought our first house, adopted one crazy, lovable dog and through it all, we never stop laughing. So while I may not get to put on a gorgeous rainbow-unicorn dress and declare “til death parts us” every day, I am so grateful that I have someone who will never let me forget that no matter where I am (or what I am wearing), everything is ok and I am loved.

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Sunday Seven Volume 11

How was everyone’s Thanksgiving? I hope it was full of delicious food and exactly enough family. Here’s a few musings before we dive back into the last 3 weeks of work before Christmas.

  1. Did you guys do any Black Friday shopping? Online or off, still counts. My favorite thing I got was this adorably festive sweater. Tiny reindeer and polka dots! What’s not to love?
  2. You know what really pisses me off? People who pin horrible things like pictures of spiders. I don’t care what magical extermination techniques you’ve cooked up with your essential oils (or whatever “miracle cure” crap is running around the internet these days), Pinterest is supposed to be a place of happiness and joy. Let’s try to keep it that way, m’kay?
  3. Cookies are a big part of my family’s holiday tradition, because we are warm blooded humans. One of my favorite recipes to make is my husband’s family’s Italian ricotta cookies. They’re pretty perfect how they are, but this lemon version sounds delicious, too.
  4. In the spirit of the holidays, we switched out the dog’s regular collar for a red one with a sleigh bell attached. Ho ho ho!

    Please excuse his panicked expression, I was making him wait for his dinner when I took this.
  5. It is officially winter in MN – there is snow on the ground and lows in the single digits. I refused to believe it… until I found myself clearing snow off my car while wearing flats and no socks. That convinced me.
  6. When the sun starts setting at 3pm and there’s pressure to have So Much Fun! during the holidays, it’s easy to feel glum. It’s certainly no cure, but I find that it helps to take time to really marvel at an alien landscape that’s so much bigger than yourself.
  7. Updates from the house hunt: it’s turning into a morbid 12 days of Christmas up in here. So far we’re at 3 failed offers, 2 houses with raw sewage in the basement, and a dead mouse in a living room. We’re horrified of what day 4 might bring us, so we’re taking a break from searching until after the holidays are over.

May your transition back into the real world tomorrow go smoothly, and with much caffeine!