Three Years Down, Forever to Go!

Three years ago today I put on the prettiest dress I had ever seen and stepped off of a bus and walked towards the most handsome guy I had ever seen outside of the church where we would be married.

 

 

 

 

That day I pledged my love to this blue eyed Southern boy who made me fall oh-so-in-love with him six years prior when we met as babies our first day in college. Now, three years later I can't believe that time has gone so quickly and so slowly all in the same breath.  Some days it seems like just yesterday we were DIY-ing the details of that day, and others it feels like a whole lifetime ago.  It is a whole lifetime for Grayson, as a mere two and a half months into our crazy ride we learned about the little boy who would cement our love and make us a full fledged family.

 

We've had our share of ups and downs and bumps in the road on our three years, and I can honestly say I cant imagine being on this journey with anyone else. Nights where you work too late, mornings when the child thinks 5 am is play time and weekends full of making memories and messes. Our life may not be the textbook definition of perfect but it is perfect for us.

 

Thank you for taking the good with the bad, the crazy and the sad and loving me more each and every day. Thank you for working so hard to give us the life you want us to have and for always doing the things around here that need to get done. Without you Grayson wouldn't know how to yell when he comes charging down the stairs, soar too high up into the air, how to hide the broccoli under his plate, or say "peas!" to get whatever he wants. Thank you for teaching him all of the things you know and wanting to show him, and me, the world.

 

Thank you for loving me for who I am, flaws and snores and all, and loving me more each day.  You're the absolute best husband I could ask for and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. As we embark on the next stage of the journey I know we'll tackle it together with love and laughter knowing that we're both in this for-ev-er.

 

I love you hubs, you're the best.

Happy Anniversary, LP.

 

 

I admit it- Im a weenie!

Last night I was walking to the front door barefoot when I stepped on something. I knew it instantly, it was a ginormous chunk of glass- and it was now embedded in my poor tootsies. From where it was, I knew it was probably tracked in on hub's work boots (who I had to step over to get to the door.ahem.) but that still didn't stop me from vacuuming like a crazy person and then using tack cloth on the floor just to make sure my poor baby didn't get a sliver in his chubby knees or toes. 

 Oh yeah, I did all of this on one foot because that glass was still in there.

So after I got it all cleaned up I asked the hubs if he could take a look.  He said he could see it, and would try to remove it with some tweezers.

Fast forward to me face down on the bathroom floor, squirming and squealing obscenities because it hurt like a mother-you-know-what.

He stopped and said what, he thought, was a rational statement.

"Stop it. You had a baby, no problems. This is a pair of tweezers, not a scalpel. This can not hurt as bad as giving birth."

Now I know he meant well. He just wanted me to stop squirming so he could get out the glass, which was now buried about 1/8 inch down. So I responded with the most rational comment I could muster.

"You're right, now go get the anesthesiologist to give me an epidural and you can dig away all you like."

He did not appreciate my snappy comeback- so he dug away. But he did get the glass out, and put a nice Hello Kitty Band-Aid on it. Then he offered me a Popsicle.

Because hes a good guy, and I'm a pain weenie.

Happy Tuesday, Lovelies!

Holy Adult Stuff Batman.

Tonight we set up a 403b plan with a financial planner. We also picked out life insurance, did a cash flow analysis, made a financial plan and talked about creating living wills.

One question, lovelies,

WHEN DID WE GROW UP??

Well, I mean, I guess when this guy came along...

..but still.

A little over a year ago we were eating junk food for dinner and would actually spend our extra money on ourselves. We didn't do laundry but once a week, and if we would rather go out than clean the house we did.

Tonight, I came home from work, ran the sweeper, moped the floors made a dinner of grilled chicken, baked sweet potatoes, corn and salad.  We ate dinner, I did dishes and a load of laundry and then we sat down with a lady in a power suit and talked about mutual funds and aggressive vs conservative investments.

I feel old and responsible.

So now that the baby is asleep I will put my feet up on the couch, eat a bowl of ice cream and watch American Idol.  Because a person can only take so much responsibility in a day.