Here's to the Rest

Six years, two months, and one day ago, on the rocky island in the lake by our cottage in Canada, P asked me to marry him. Three years ago today, we got married.



We have been through far more ups than downs over the eight and a half years we've been together. And I can't imagine anyone I'd rather share my life with.

Here's to the rest of our lives.


Happy anniversary, P!

Memorial Day Weekend

We spent last weekend in Maine for the wedding of good friends. I have known the groom since high school and have really enjoyed getting to know the bride much better over the course of the past year while they have been living nearby. I'm sad they're moving back to DC soon :( We got to spend time with old friends and enjoy the company of other people's kids, including our friends' three year old daughter who had fun the morning after the wedding trying to hit lanterns in the partially-dismantled tent with a beach ball:

And our other friends' five year old son: a ring bearer who couldn't wait to get his tux off:

We met the latter friends' five week old son for the first time, and P held him without seeming terrified, which was new. He held their older son (the afore-photographed five year old) when he was three weeks old, but I had to hand him to him and position him in his arms and take him away when he squirmed. With the new baby, he was willing to take him from me and try changing positions when he fussed. Evidently knowing he might have to do this soon enough has made him realize he desperately needs practice :)

As for the wedding itself, it was beautiful. My brother is an event planner and floral designer (in Newport, RI, if anyone is looking for one -- let me know!), and this was his first solo event (i.e. not with the company he has worked with for years). The bride and groom got engaged in Turkey and wanted a Turkish themed wedding, and he definitely delivered. Sadly, I didn't take many photos during the reception.

{whiny bitch}In the end, I found myself a bit resentful the night of the wedding, though, which sucked. Sometimes I wish that P had to make even the smallest adjustments in his life during pregnancy. Generally speaking, I haven't minded not drinking, modifying my eating habits, etc., but P spent the evening drinking and smoking cigars (and other things) and it was a little harder for me to deal with. I feel bad bitching, and it's not like I want to NOT have to give things up (seriously, I'm happy to give them up) -- instead, it's just that I wish P had to join me in some of it. And, to sound like a very typical bitchy wife, I don't want to have to tell him that I want him to go through it with me -- I want him to want to do it. It's his kid too!{/whiny bitch}