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If my life had a soundtrack this would play everytime Jerry walked into a room…
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I woke at 5 am slipped from under his arm and took the elevator to the main floor.
No one was awake but me and several of the locals working the early shift at the hotel. We’d been there a few days, I knew several by name, they stopped and smiled. Gave hearty greetings, asked if I was ready for the day. My smile was easy and my affirmative answer made a few guys laugh and note the nerves I wore and the fact that it was five in the morning. I brushed them off and headed to the beach to watch the sun make its accent into the sky, it was important to me to watch the day begin on what would actually be my wedding day.
So I did.
I sat in a hammock on the edge of a beach and watched the sun slide gracefully across the sky. I stayed there for a long time, and I prayed for a while, just talked to God for a while, let the waves kiss my toes and headed back.
In preparing myself mentally for being married, it was important to me that the wedding not be a large factor. For me - the goal was to be married to the right person. Marriage isn’t weddings and anniversaries, its not about the big things that mark your marriage, when you bought your house, when you had your childeren. Yes, those are all wonderful moments but for me its trips to the grocery store, and car pooling. Its picking up the kids - when you have them, and cutting grass, and making dinner.
Marriage is all the little things that happen between the big things. Its waking up everyday and saying I am in this with you. and I spent alot of time that morning ensuring I’d remember that before I went to put on my dress and sparkly shoes.
I ate breakfast alone at first then random members of my wedding party started popping up, I remember seeing my aunt and uncle. I remember passing my dad as he went towards the beach. I remember hiding around a corner avoiding Jerry. I remember heading up to my moms room to get ready, my mom fussing over the details. I remember my sister putting on her dress. I remember my dad coming to get me to walk me down.
I remember asking him if he objected I needed to know, if he thought Jerry wasn’t the right man I needed to know now. He told me he would have said so before the plane, Jerry was the one.
I know what song they played, I know it cause I picked it out, I know I chatted with my dad and my mom before we made it down to the ceremony site, but I don’t remember any thing I said, I don’t remember the sound of the song, I only remember seeing Jerry and my family on a cliff near the beach as I walked with my dad to marry my best friend.
And today I remember as much as I can. I can close my eyes and remember the sand, the taste of the air. His face, his smile. His voice when he said his vows, how easy it was to say I do.
Now three years later as we fight against the world to make the right choices for our childeren and each other, we push to live our dreams, I can stop easy and know that I would make the same choice again on that beach with ease and know that he has always been the man I am supposed to partner on this path I have been chosen to walk.
Jerry, you honor me everyday that you wake up and smile at me. When you pull me close I instantly feel safe, wanted and loved. I love how you care, that you care. You have grown into everything I never knew I always wanted, and everything I always said I wanted in a husband and father to my childeren.
Thank you for choosing to walk with me, for carrying me when I fall, for loving me through it all. I strive everyday to be for you everything you are to me.
Happy anniversary Cubby
So.
I’m back.
I’ll have you know Photography is a time consuming profession. Just editing the pictures is a very very time consuming process, and not for the faint of heart. It is teadious, but looking at the images over and over again makes you think hard and creatively about processing them. Its not that much different than sending a snapshot off to an artist to have a portrait painted, and I am a tad bit surprised. But I love it. I could sit and edit all night. Just ask my husband, who was probably like “Dude - are you still at that computer?” last night, I know this cause he said it at least twice last night so I guess its safe to say the thought passed his mind.
How ever he is still the man I fell in love with as it is spring time and he tends to get a little creative around this time of year. I beleive it was mothers day last year he bought a ice cream maker for my gift as I am gormet and Alton Brown says home made ice cream is better than stuff in a store.
And wouldn’t you know it, Ol’ Alton was right! How ever I am not the ice cream guru in our house, thats Jerry’s domain. Last year he made strawberry and a chocolate and you would have been in ice cream heaven, it was so rich you could just stop for a single spoonful and be happy with your day. This week, the machine is back!
He made a chocolate espresso bean ice cream, and a mint chocolate chip, both are heavenly and I don’t normally like my ice cream busy.
So my goal is to get him an additional bowl for the ice cream maker so he can do more than one flavor at a time, cause he’s alwys thinking up stuff he’d like to try. I think in his former life he was Ben or Jer- wait… never mind.
Every time he makes ice cream I think of this STOOPID song from like 1995. I still strongly dislike Master P as much as I did in 1995, doesn’t mean his songs don’t get stuck in my head all the dang on time.
So the other day are leaving Red Robin after having burgers with the girls and I have asked hubby to stop at the near by mall as I want to check on a few items for the Bri.
“No, I’m the man, I’m runnin this we ain’t goin nowhere near a mall. Cause I said so and I wear the pants around here and thats all there is to that and I’m ready to go home.”
I blinked - twice - and said “Well alright daddy what ever you want.”
there is silence for a few beats in the car when he says
“So we are both full of shyt huh?”
“clearly.” I respond laughing.
I love him so much more than I thougth possible somedays.
Ahh..
I have been busy my internets!
I have started at my new jobby. They have no PC for me, I am usually sitting at the desk of a coworker who is out of the office for the day - that sometimes does not happen so my PC access is spotty at best. So my blogging will be spotty at best. My boss, and her boss, are both mothers so the breast feeding has gone back to being a non-issue. It is refreshing to like the people you work with, they are such a small group of women, and they are all very cool interesting characters. And I love the whole
Everybody is talkin love lately.The holiday season has passed and with it a prime season for marriage proposals. One of the bloggers I read got a sentimental and was wandering down memory lane, and While my street is a bit different it don’t take much to get me to stroll it. Shall we? Okay lets.
My husband and I met - you guessed it - on the internet, then in person at the art museum.
We’d make a pretty spiffy Match.com commercial.
We did the whole dating thing for a while, and yes it was me who brought up the “M” word. That’s another blog for another time.
But the proposal. Well, dude.
Lets backtrack a bit.
When Jerry and I first started dating he was very
