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Rainy Days

We’ve had a very wet summer. My sister, who lives on the west coast said it seems like we’ve switched summers since they’ve had a very sunny (and HOT) summer so far. I’m starting to wonder if our summers are going to be like this from now on. From what I recall from last year, it was a little wet too.

But you know, I don’t mind the rain so much. It’s actually kinda nice. I don’t have a garden or yard yet, but I imagine it’s kinda nice to not have to water the grass as often. I love walking in residential areas and seeing that the flowers are full and lush, grass is a beautiful green and food gardens are yielding plump fruits and vegetables. The rain's good for something!

I remember when I was a kid, sitting out on the porch with my brother and sisters, watching the rain fall. I liked watching it from a sheltered area, especially when it was raining hard and the sun hadn't quite set yet. It was really peaceful and so I guess now, that’s why I enjoy watching it rain.

I've also noticed that we've had a lot of rainbows this summer too. There was even a day or two when there were two rainbows at the same time. It was beautiful!

Alice


I can’t believe I haven’t blogged about this yet.

I’ve been looking forward to this movie for a while now and every time I hear about a new cast member, I get excited. The book itself is an acid trip (like I know what that’s like) so I think this version being directed by Tim Burton’s gonna be awesome.

I’ve seen quite a few Alice in Wonderlands…

I think probably the first one I saw was this one – it was a TV special that my sisters taped for us younger siblings and it ran long, so right at the scary part, we had to switch tapes to see the rest of the movie since the first tape ran out. How ‘80’s eh? I learned to overcome my fear of scary movies with this one – my sisters would make me say “It’s only a movie. It’s only a movie” over and over when the Jabberwock decided to attack Alice. The whole thing was so bizarre, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. To this day, I wish I had a DVD of the thing so I could watch it again.

There was this one, also a TV special, with the girl from Corrina, Corrina and Napoleon Dynamite. It was okay…

Of course, there’s the Disney version too, but something tells me this Disney collaboration with Tim Burton’s gonna blow all the other Alice’s away. With Tim Burton’s Alice, I’m so stoked at how eerie it looks. You know where I’ll be on March 5th. ;)



6ish weeks in...

Usually, I’m not one to complain but really, I’m not used to this. Seriously. I am REALLY not used to this.

I’m sleepy all day, every day. When I’m not at work, I think I could take 5 naps in what would be a normal person’s waking hours. I’m lazy, tired, drowsy, sleepy, and well, utterly useless to anyone who needs me.

At the same time, I’m completely restless. There is no such thing as a comfortable position because I always find that I can’t breathe properly, I feel nauseous, and/or I wanna jump out of my skin. My old body, the one I had almost complete control over wants out of this shell that is being claimed by another life. I think its also slightly bothered that it surrendered so willingly.

It’s fine. I know that in the not-too-distant future, I’ll find that my body will come right back and accept the changes, the weirdness and discomfort and learn to love it. I just hope that day comes soon or I’m going to claw at my own skin and dig and dig until I find my body amongst what is becoming a very lumpy mess.

I’m not that big. But I’m not that small either. I feel like I’m a bit bigger than I should be at 6+ weeks considering I know that some women don’t show until after 3 months. In the morning, I can still see the faint lines that are now the sole remnants of any sort of abdominal fitness I had, but by mid-afternoon, it’s all one big bump.

My husband is convinced that I’m sticking out my belly because he can’t believe I’m showing already. I don’t think I’ve ever stuck out my belly on purpose. If I did, it was to be funny and show how full I am from eating too much. This time, I can’t suck it in. It’s out there. Out and about!

My wardrobe has become very limited. I never realized how many form-fitting…okay TIGHT clothes I had until now. With my strange proportions, I have a lot of jersey-type stretchy tops because it’s hard to find clothes that fit both my chest and my body. I have no idea what I’m going to do now that my proportions are going to be even more strange. I’ve been trying to sort out my clothes into two piles: what I can wear and what I can’t wear until I have my body back. The first pile is much smaller. MUCH smaller. I’m tempted to cut my jeans Juno-style and add a nice garter with extra fabric. Since when was garter considered luxurious, or nice, even?

I feel like the last time I experienced this many changes in my body was puberty. But you know, back then, I think it was at a relatively slow pace that I had time to grow with each change before the next drastic one arrived.

Is this normal?!?!

That’s the big question. Is everything that’s happening to me normal? I realize pregnancy is different for every woman for every baby, but I’m clueless. How come nobody told me about how quickly things change among all the horror stories I’ve been told? Ahhh! So many questions!!

I don't mean to sound like this whole thing is insane -- it's not. I just know that it's taking me some time to adjust. Add to that mix a whole LOAD of hormones and there I am!

Bellywatch 2010 - 6 weeks

PregnALLERGIES

My allergies are on the fritz. I'm hoping Life is okay with my sneezing. I imagine it's a strange disturbance. I picture it in my head that it's like when you're sleeping in your bed and your older sibling who enjoys messing with you comes in and pulls your pillow from under your head.* Hopefully Life is sleeping deeply enough that it's not even noticeable. Otherwise, I'll have to pay later on.

I'm not sure what to do about allergy meds though. I think I've mentioned before that I've tried all sorts of allergy meds and I've either had an unfavourable response or no response at all. The ones that are okay for me to take are in the two mentioned categories. I'll have to continue to suck it up and well, take nothing. Hopefully this doesn't go on for much longer.

*I'm not saying this because any of my older siblings did this to me. If anything, they helped me fall asleep because I seemed to be a very cranky insomniac as a child.

Success


I've managed to brainwash my husband into loving ice cream as much as my side of the family does. He looked into the spread of Cold Stone Creamery to Canadian territory and set us out on a very important quest.

There are 3 "secret" locations in the GTA that have been here for a bit. They're not listed on the Cold Stone Creamery website, however, they're listed on the Tim Hortons one. We were on a mission to find one and claim our prize.

Also, it just so happens that this one is RIGHT BY MY WORK. Oh boy. This is dangerous.

Click here to take a look.

Secret keeper

It’s eating me alive! We haven’t told a single person about this. In the past, when I had a feeling or might have had a hunch, I told someone, usually my brother or sister, but now, we’ve told no one and we’re saving it for when everyone’s together.

My brother lives with us. It’s so hard to avoid telling him because for the most part, I tell him everything. I have to change my behaviour around him because he’ll wonder why I’m acting weird. I wonder if he suspects anything.

It’s so hard not to tell my sisters. We’ve been around them several times since we found out and I couldn’t say a word. I didn’t even want to bring up pregnancy because I was scared I’d end up blurting it out. That in itself is unusual because I feel like these days, I’m always asking questions. Nevertheless, they tell me stories anyway and I’m STILL learning about this whole thing. They still begin many of their sentences with, “Trina, when you have kids…”

I wanna shout it from the rooftops. Seriously. Sometimes we’re in a room and I’ll whisper to my husband, “Can I just tell someone?!?!!” to which he replies, “Noooooo, it’s not time yet!!” I realize keeping it secret for just a bit longer will make it that much sweeter, but I’m not good at keeping good news to myself!!!!

Morning sickness among other things

I’m wondering at this point if I’m going to get used to this feeling of nausea. I can’t imagine what it’s like to get used to being nauseous all the time though. And I don’t think eating constantly throughout the day is going to last me very long considering my digestive system doesn’t seem too happy at the fact that it’s looking after more than one person. I’m eating healthily for the most part though. I load up my lunch bag with fruits and veggies in addition to my actual lunch, but also in my purse is a mountain of hard candies that I can suck on when I don’t feel like chewing. Sucrose is a life saver. Mmm…I should get some Lifesavers.

At this point, no one knows about this other than me and my husband. I can’t wear my nausea bands during the day unless I’m wearing long sleeves, and let’s face it, it’s summer. Who’s wearing long sleeves? It’s not deathly cold in the office as usual, so I’d just look silly if I put on my sweater. I can’t even close my sweater though. It looks like it’s gonna pop. So, I leave it open if I put it on. I’m not sure if it’s just me gaining weight because I’ve been eating all day and I’ve been off running for a while or if it’s me getting bigger much faster than I’m supposed to. What’s going on?

It smells too. Things just smell. Things that aren’t even in existence around me smell. It’s bizarre. Chicharon (that Filipino pork rind snack) really smells. It smells stronger when it’s not even in the room. I’m not sure why I’m smelling chicharon. You know what else smells? Grass. Grass REALLY smells. And for some reason, it no longer smells nice to me. It’s happened twice that I can’t stand the smell, both while in the car with the windows rolled up. You know what I could go for though? The smell of freshly cut grass smelling GOOD. That'd be amazing.

I can’t finish my food. When I sit down to actually eat a meal, I get a stomach ache and struggle to finish my food if I don’t decide to save it for later. My husband keeps waving the peace sign at me, indicating not peace but, “You’re eating for two!” and then his ring finger or thumb might make an appearance to make me realize I could even be eating for more. Oh brother. He's helping me get over the stomach aches though. When we eat together, he gets me to focus on things other than the what-seems-like-inevitable stomach ache, and magically, I finish my food.

But then I'm gassy. I try not to move too much after eating because then it's unsettling for my stomach. I'm gassy as it is, but these days, I'm always gassy. And I can't fart the way I used to. I yearn for those mother-of-all-farts that clear out your entire gas reservoir and you actually feel your stomach deflate. Mine are those small unsatisfying ones. Sometimes I wonder if I did something to offend the big ones and if they'll ever bless me with their presence.

Sorry, this got sort of obscene quite quickly.

Anyway, if I’m lucky, this will only go on for a few more weeks. Farmers better have their fruits and veggies ready for me because this mother just might clear them out.

(500) Days of Summer

You should watch it. It’s really cute, it’s funny, it’s sad, it’s happy, it’s light. Plus, I love Zooey Deschanel (Jovie from Elf). She’s so cool. And Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s all grown up. It was nice seeing him as an adult before we check him out in G.I. Joe.

1 year down, forever to go

***Videos should work now!***


We celebrated our first anniversary for over a week. It’s just nicer that way. Now that I think about it, we rarely do one-day celebrations.

It’s much easier to talk about the festivities in a photopost, so let’s do that.

Enjoy!

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The password is my maiden name, all lowercase.
Don't forget to watch the videos! (Watch them after the pics)


They conned us. They got our money and then didn't do the trick. We saw them performing every day that we were there and we felt sorry for the crowd every time! Other than that, they were pretty good though.


Fireworks on the Fourth...or "the Fawth". This is the finale, I believe. There was this kid who was watching near us and he just kept yelling "THAT'S SICK!! THAT'S SICK!!" and then he'd yell the colour of every firework that appeared in the sky. It was pretty funny. I think you can hear him a little bit.


Whale watching 1


Whale watching 2


Whale watching 3 - We saw a Mama whale and her calf, who we pretty much owe our trip to since she/he gave us a real show :)


Cordova, the fur seal, and her signature song.


Cordova? My brother and my husband tried to make Cordova's sound -- they didn't know I was recording while we were in the car. Hahaha! Please excuse my passenger seat driving and excellent lying skills. Haha!


Fur seals


Frog feeding. Ew.


This is the big tank in the middle of the aquarium where all sorts of fish, big and small swim round and round.


A turtle!


Take me out to the ball game!


Sweet Caroline! Some fans knew the whole song!

-1

In a year, one of my BFFs and her fiance will finally be tying the knot. By then, they'll have been together for 11 years, 3 months and 2 days. That's a really long time and it's really been a long time coming. I'm so excited to see what the next year has in store for them.


Early on....

July 16, 2009. 1:57PM

I am completely distracted.

My mind is in total overdrive, but I’m sitting at work and work is the farthest from my mind. It’s a huge challenge to try to redirect my attention to something work-related. Obviously, the score is Life 1, Work 0.

We’re pregnant. We’re actually pregnant. How do we feel about this?
Excited
Blessed
Surprised
Relieved
Nervous
Ecstatic
Crazy
Energetic
Eager
Motivated
…It’s really a whole slew of emotions.

One of the first things I said after we looked at our positive test was (of course, this was after all the OMGs, Yesss!!es, I can’t believe it!s), “Wow, I’ve never been pregnant before!” That just shows how much this whole thing is messing with my head!

What’s funny is the world looks totally different and I, personally, feel like a new person. I am, afterall, carrying more than just myself these days!

We left the house this morning for work and everything just looked brighter, more colourful, more vivid. Of course, my husband thought I was going a little wacko, and so, agreed with me for fun when I was saying what I felt the world looked like.

I’m so excited to see what he’ll say about the world when he meets the newness. They say men actually feel like fathers after they meet their children. He’s so gonna get it.


July 18, 2009. 8:28AM

It's Saturday and I am not sleeping in. What on Earth?! I guess I'm supposed to be doing something valuable with this extra time awake that I've been given. Truth is, I can't sleep. I'm too gosh-darn excited!! (Who says "gosh darn"? I DO!) I wake up in the middle of the night too. I find myself taking stock of how fortunate we are, how fortunate so many people are and I feel so grateful. I've really learned to relish everything these days, and we've only known for three. Life is good. He is good. I finally decided to stop dwelling on this and let go and now, here we are. (I think my husband just farted -- he's asleep beside me. HAHA!)

I'm incredulous. Right now, there are at least 3 lives in our bed. It's such a magnificent thing to carry something you and the person you love most created inside you. Clearly, I'm euphoric. I can't concentrate. All I can think about is this new life(ves) inside me, in the early stages of blossoming. What will they be like? I'm so eager to meet them.

I'm also a little nauseous though :S

The Art of Aging

We’re all getting older. We all know that. As much as I like to embrace aging, I’m finding that I’m learning more things about the pangs of it these days. Here are a few things, many of them linked.
  • There’s a lot of waiting. Waiting rooms. Waiting for people. Waiting for results. Waiting for appointments. Waiting for the right time. Of course, since you can’t do everything yourself, you have wait.

  • There are all sorts of tests. Tests of patience. Tests of health. Tests of skill. Tests of tolerance. Sometimes you’re in a test and you don’t even know it. And sometimes you don’t realize it until you’ve failed/succeeded.

  • There’s the strange state of limbo. While waiting for say, results of tests or feedback, you’re sorta stuck there. You have no idea if you’re okay to do this or that, if you’re okay to go back to what you were doing and how you were doing it, or if you have to change. Your life is sorta put on hold. I imagine myself frozen in mid-air, launched, but waiting for confirmation that it’s okay to land…kinda like my jump pics but not as fun.

  • It’s Dramarama. Let’s face it, as you get older, you meet more people who each have their own issues. Sometimes you get involved, sometimes you don’t.

  • There’s a surplus of characters. There are some really interesting people out there with some really interesting quirks. I like to use the word, “interesting” because it’s pretty broad. HAHA!

  • There’s deterioration. Let’s face it, your metabolism is gonna slow down some day, your body gets worn out. Friends become distant. Relationships end. But, it’s not about mourning the slow fall, it’s about doing what you can with what you have while it’s still in good shape and doing what you can to keep it that way for as long as you see fit.

  • Then there's rebuilding. Parts of you will fall apart, but parts of you will come back together. You (re)make friends. You fall in love. You rediscover yourself. Could take decades, could take days.

  • There are more accessories. Glasses. Bracelets. Contacts. Braces. Rings. Orthotics. Bags. Some are nice to have, while without others, you can’t leave your home.

  • There are more questions…..and more answers. Let’s face it – the old are said to be wise because they had questions and got answers, many of which were obtained through experiences. It’s only natural to have more questions as you get older because you’re exposed to more. I enjoy learning practical things as I get older. I like to know how to do things. It makes my life easier.

  • Things get harder and easier at the same time. I may not be in high school feeling carefree and invincible anymore, but I do have the freedom to do what I want, when I want and live by my own rules (which, of course, were very much moulded after the ones I grew up with). Yes, there are more responsibilities and more things to do, but each of these things contributes to my growth as a person. They wouldn’t need to be done if they weren’t important on some level. However difficult, however challenging, I’m learning as I go, and the lessons that I learn may not always be pleasant, but real nonetheless.

Isn't This Nice?

Pablo Neruda wrote this. You may have heard it in Patch Adams or somewhere else. My friend just reminded me of it and I've fallen in love with it again.

Soneto XVII
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.


Sonnet XVII (a sort of translation)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

1 Year Later

I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been for a whole year now.

Some of the most common words said to us before we got married were, “Good luck. Marriage is hard.”

So far, I have no idea what these people are talking about. I realize that when you add more variables to the equation, it gets more challenging, but this past year has been a dream. I like to think that years from now, we won’t forget what this past year was like and we’ll be able to continue to live in this state of euphoria for years to come, or at least, for the most part. If this year is indicative at all of how our marriage will be overall, I’ll be a happy camper.

It’s still hard to believe that we’re married. I know I promised in my second post that I would talk all about the wedding experience, and I have a really long draft, but I’ve decided to (really) condense it, and well, keep some of those things in my heart instead of online. There are still so many things about that day though that I’d like to share.

My Speech
I had maybe 25 drafts of my speech that I had written anywhere between two years and 2 days before our wedding. I had trouble deciding which one to go with, and the ones that sorta took bits from others ended up being too long. There’s only so much spewing from the heart that guests can take until they find you and your new husband boring. So when it came time to finally print one, I couldn’t find the files – ANY of them. I had lost my speech and it was the night before my wedding. It was actually a blessing that I had lost it. I sat there with my laptop staring at me with the same face I had. BLANK. I ended up writing my speech on only a few minutes – it was clear, concise, not too long (right?) or at least not as long as the others I had written, for sure, and it said everything I had wanted to say. It’s rare that I’m able to do that.

My wedding gift
The gift I gave to my would-be-husband came in several parts, some of which were things I had been putting together from before we even started dating officially, to things I had purchased not long before the wedding. They were things that he’d enjoy years from the wedding day, things he had already enjoyed and will enjoy again and things he’d enjoy that day. I couldn’t decide on just one gift and I’m glad I gave him his gifts the way I did. Each gift had its own significance and was given to him from me through each of his groomsmen as well as his parents, with a note and instructions – the entire thing was similar to the way he had proposed to me.

Bad luck shmad luck
You know how they say it’s bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding? Well guess what? We did. We made a point to go to confession before the ceremony and had tried to time it so that we wouldn’t run into each other. The line for confessions ended up being a bit longer than we had thought. When I walked into the church at the time we had allotted for me, the first person I saw was him and I sorta froze in my tracks and then proceeded to the end of the line. It was kinda funny running into him at that time and that place because that was actually where it all started. It was a nice way to bookend our courtship.

That was the last time I saw him the way I used to see him.

The Walk
The walk down the aisle was surreal. Really, there’s no other word for it. In my mind, I had pictured this moment over a million times and never once did I imagine other people there. I’m not sure why. But still, as it was happening, the only person I really saw was him and he was a totally different person from that moment on. It really was a truly spiritual experience.

I didn’t actually walk down the aisle. My legs literally gave, and this is me -- I have strong legs (haha). My parents had to really hold on to me and during the smiling and the tears (oh my, did I do the ugly cry!) they still kept asking if I was okay because they had to practically carry me.

The Readings and the Hymns
My husband and I chose the readings, the intentions and wrote some of our own intentions as well. It’s kind of rare to find that both partners make the wedding plans together, but we felt that since it was OUR wedding, we should make all the decisions together. All in all, it was a collaborative effort, extremely fun and quite seamless. My favourite reading in the whole wide world was read by my Goddaughter as the second reading. I was so thrown by how perfectly she read it. The readings to choose from were all beautiful, but the ones we chose seemed to be perfect for the type of people we are. (However, I had no idea one of the readings was actually about sexual love until our priest talked about it in his homily!!!)

The hymns were sung by one of our favourites – my brother-in-law’s sister. She helped us choose which hymns would work and also incorporated our personal choices into the ceremony. I chose the closing hymn, my absolute favourite, For The Beauty of the Earth as composed by John Rutter, and my husband chose the accompaniment for the opening, played by one of our bestfriends on his guitar – Unbelievable by Craig David and Only You by Joshua Radin.

Our Rides
In keeping with the eco-wedding theme, we had some Priuses to drive the wedding party in and we travelled around in style in a Smartcar. It’s different from any car you’ve ever driven and I admit at first I hated it, but the longer we had it (we had it for a few days) the more I grew to love it. And when we filled up the tank before we returned it and saw that it cost us less than $15, I loved it even more. I feel like if I were to choose a car that’s like me, it’d be a Smartcar. My hygienist has one though and when I told her we’re thinking of getting one some day, she told me she doesn’t recommend it because they’ve changed it so that it takes only premium gas instead of diesel since owners were complaining it didn’t have enough power. There were other reasons too, so when the time comes, we’ll see if it’s worth it. It’d be nice to drive around in our wedding car every day :)


For Our Guests
When you go to a wedding, it’s expected that it’s about the couple. And of course, why not, right? We felt that it might be nice to have our guests—our family and friends, know how involved they were in the entire day, the entire journey that we’ve been on. Each table had several photo trees. These photos were of pictures of the guests at the tables from memorable moments we had with them – just something they could take in during the night, and after, if they wanted, they could take whatever photos they wanted home. Our main giveaways were trees – seedlings and seeds to plant that would help our guests help the earth, which was one of our main goals with the theme we chose. We also had candles that we had made ourselves with beeswax and non-lead wicks which burned the entire night. Since they were made from natural materials, they released less toxins in the air than other kinds of candles. Our guests took these home as well. We still have several boxes full that weren’t taken home but we like to use them around the house.

Our First Dance
We danced to “our song” (do teenagers still do that?) and I think the entire moment was surreal. We had intended to tack on a funny dance after but we didn’t have time to finish the choreography. I think it was better that way because it ended up just as I had imagined it all these years and it sorta felt like we were the only ones in the room, even though everyone was there. Even though we didn’t do anything as silly as originally planned, it was still us.


The Speeches
To this day, our family and friends still tell us about how we had some excellent speeches that night. What can we say? We hang out with excellent speakers! I think the speeches each had the perfect amounts of funny, sentimentality, humiliation (for us, of course!) and charisma. They were perfect lengths too. We LOVED them.

Paper paper paper
My sister was the genius behind our branding. Everything was green, coordinated, and if you know me, you know I’m all about coordination and green. It just keeps everything nice and tight. In our home now, we’ve put together all our stationery from our wedding and it’s so beautiful to look at. Everything matches and everything is us. Also, everything that was printed for before we were married was square, and everything for after was circular. I hope that our guests saved some of this stuff – it was so beautiful!

The Cake
We had a very simple cake. It was delicious, and I think that’s more important than what it looks like. Remember, some bakers put icing on styrofoam and add it to the cake. Styrofoam probably doesn’t taste very good. The big thing with our cake though was our bobblehead. One day, we thought of it and magically, we found a company that made them. All you had to do was take a few pictures of yourself, send them in and you’d get the proofs to approve, then the finished product. It’s definitely the best bobblehead in my husband’s collection.

The Heroes
Our wedding party was made up of a group of phenomenal people. Our Matron of Honour, Man of Honour, Best Man, Bridesmaids, Groomsmen, Flowergirls, Ring Bearer, Coin Bearer, Principal Sponsors, Secondary Sponsors, Readers, Emcees and of course, our parents made up such an amazing team. Our wedding party was MASSIVE. Of course, there are much larger, but in a typical wedding like ours, it was big, and well, it’s because we’re fortunate to have big families and lots of friends.

It was so great to work with them and they were always so patient and so willing and available to help. Some of them who’ve been through this before always offered excellent advice and ideas and we were so grateful for that. We had a great time whenever we got them together and sometimes we even wish for reunions, but then we realize it’d be a little weird to have a wedding party reunion. There are always family and kids parties when we’ll all be together down the road, right? ;)




My Husband
How could I not go on about my husband? He was half the reason for the day!

Since we’ve been married, he’s a totally different person to me. The change that some people talk about when they marry someone sometimes refers to adjusting to habits, to living together, to weird quirks, but for me, the biggest change was not in things he did or things he said, the way he acted or the way he looked (even though he finally shaved his beard after growing it for MONTHS). It was in the way he was to me and the way he treated me.

He’s always treated me well, but it was different. It’s hard to explain. It’s like there’s more love in everything now, even though there was love before. It all just feels really different and really well, nice! It’s about knowing that I have this person, this partner with me for the rest of our lives and we’ve promised that we’re going to continue to love each other no matter what. It’s knowing that I’m going to create life with this man and we’re going to work together and do our best to make things work with the lives we create. It’s an unwavering faith that we are going to be just fine, because we’ve been that way all along. It's about continuing to make each other better people, because that's exactly what he does for me. He makes me want to be better, be bigger, all while making me love the person I already am. He makes me want to make the world a better place so our children can benefit and do the same for their children.

I feel my husband’s love just like how I feel God’s love. It protects me. It heals me. It nourishes me. It keeps me strong. There’s nothing like love like that.


And so, a year later, we remember the first day we lived happily ever after.

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