"We've been married 55 years this June", she said to me, and she lovingly patted her smiling husband's shoulder as they took their seats in the waiting room. I had struck up a conversation with them in the elevator, and learned they moved to California from Nebraska, where they met in grade school. She - a farmer's daughter, and he - a teacher's son, got married at the age of 19 and traveled the country while he sold insurance and she wrote books.
We continued our conversation about love and marriage and writing until their name was called by the nurse at the door.
"Just remember to put each other first, always", the husband said, as he nodded and ushered his wife through the maze of chairs.
After we bid farewell, and they disappeared hand-in-hand behind the walls dividing us, I pulled out my calculator app and did the math. When I have been married for 55 years, I will (hopefully) be 87 years old. And, I wonder what kind of conversations I will be having with a woman in a waiting room, who is about to celebrate 12 whole months of marriage.Read More
TGIF, folks. TGIF, indeed. I need a brain purge. So, let's be random!
The song that my husband and I chose to play while we were introduced for the first time as husband and wife was "Shine Bright" by John Brown's Body. I don't know if you know them, but you should. Give it a listen after the jump, while you read the rest of this post. That's my Friday gift to you.Read More
Remember how difficult it was for me to find the perfect wedding band? Well, I found one (obviously).
The other night, we had dinner out with friends. During a pause in conversation, I found myself looking down at my hand, touching my rings - and a random thought of how beautiful my grandmother looked at our wedding came to mind.
Then I thought, these rings really do hold so much.
Growing up, I loved rings. It was the 90s, so I basically wore one on every finger. Then, I bought myself this really delicate gold ring with one of my first paychecks. I loved it so much I only wore that ring, and I wore it every day on my right hand ring finger. The ring was so light, that I barely knew it was there. And one day, I went to school and settled into my desk. I began pulling out my books, and noticed my ring was gone. I never found it. I was so heartbroken, that I shied away from wearing 'everyday rings' - and opted for big, statement cocktail rings I'd take off after a fun night out. It's like I thought, well, I'll wait until I get engaged/married and then it will really be special. Sort of like my fingers were practicing ring celibacy.Read More
We've gotta catch up.
This past year has been an absolute whirlwind of wedded happiness, growing, love - and changes.
Less than a year after moving here to Chicagoland, we're packin' up and truckin' out to the West Coast!
We're like gypsies. Minus the hot mess.
I've always secretly dreamed of being able to ride a bike to the beach, and to breakfast and to get ice cream, as corny as that sounds, and now...it just may come true!Read More