August 09, 2015

Five years.

This week I drifted through memories of my wedding, considering what I'd go back and say to myself about my husband and our relationship if I had the chance.

Together we navigated job changes and health challenges, disappointment and excitement, grief and joy. We teetered on the brink of calling it quits and soldiered ahead, wary but confident enough in ourselves, both as individuals and a pair, to keep going. We basked in our good fortune to have found each other, our unique compatibility reflected in our bizarre-but-shared sense of humour and the easy way we're naturally on the same page about all the "big stuff." In five years, we changed and adapted. We're no longer the same people we married. 

If I could go back, I'd tell myself to relax. You'll both figure it out. Pay attention to the moment instead of racing onto the next goal/moment/plan. Spend more time focusing on what you two have and naturally are, rather than how you think it should look. After all, you found a good one. 

August 05, 2015

"Georgia"



My husband surprised me with birthd-iversary tickets to last Saturday's Taylor Swift concert. I proudly shook it off and sat in awe of her genius with the best of them. (And by "best of them," I am completely referring to the enormous crowd of eight to twelve-year-old girls and their moms losing their shizz to preteen Oprah.) She's brilliant, really.

Only one musical moment still lingers in my mind. This song. It's on repeat, and I'm scouring his tour schedule in hopes of seeing him in a smaller venue. Swoon.