Two years of marriage!

June 30th was our second wedding anniversary!

What can I say about JB that I don't say every day? I suppose in that way we're lucky; the words of love and respect bubble to our lips daily, making two short years feel more like one glorious week. In bed, we brush our toes together and I make kissy sounds, still finding it adorably silly to make our feet kiss under the blankets. We still hold hands in the car on long drives, we still chat on the phone twice daily (over lunch and as he's leaving work.) We have our occasional fights and bicker now and then, but we're generally on the same page, and are equal members of our little team.

On our wedding day, I thought I was so lucky to be that in love, but every day I'm reminded that it only gets better from there. I fell in love all over again when I saw his eyes tear at hearing our daughter's heartbeat for the first time, and when he proudly ran back to the recovery room after the cesarean delivery to tell me that she had all of her fingers and toes, then watching him hold her so delicately, and now every time they fall asleep cuddling, or he patiently helps her down the back stairs, or she gives him the special daddy smile. I fall in love again when he goes out of his way to make me a nice dinner, or he waits in the parking lot for 40 minutes when a bad night at work leaves me running late, and when he lets me cry out my frustrations even though he's got his own fair share, and when he sacrifices his wants for mine without a thought. He is not without fault, but they fade into the background when shadowed by all the good in him-- his selfless, generous nature, his unwavering loyalty to those he loves, his sense of humor, his shy but friendly demeanor. I could not have manifested a better partner for me out of my wildest imagination, and it's evidenced in all of the small moments we share daily.

John, you are absolutely the love of my life and I couldn't be prouder to be your wife!

Some Things

Things I am into:
-Finally (after 15 months, holy poo!) squeezing my tsh into my pre-pregnancy jeans despite still being up about fifty-million pounds.
-Being caught up on laundry
-Being super productive at work
-My general kick-assery
-Esme's newest dance
-Coloring with Esme with sidewalk chalk
-Esme dancing and yelling "go go go go!"
-Everything about Esme, really
-JB's legs in his new brown cargo shorts
-JB's ever-expanding beard
-JB's awesome sense of humor
-Everything about JB, really

Thing I'm not so into:
-who cares? Life is wonderful!

Mothers Day

While the cards, gifts, and flowers are all lovely, the best part about Mothers Day is simply being a mother, of course!





Happy Mothers Day!

Seeking Spring

When I was younger (why am I using such a dumb term?!) I was always hit hard with SAD by January. The short days, cold weather, and grey skies just did me in. I've always been caught up in my own special brand of ridiculous emotional turmoil, and I'd give myself permission to wallow in it more than usual in the winter. Fortunately for me (and for those poor suckers who put up with me daily) my SAD has been all but gone since entering into kissy-face relationship status with the glorious JB, and with the addition of Miss Esme, I'm just downright chipper.

That said, there is still something very uplifting about the first cluster of warm, sunny days, and I'm looking forward to Esme's first spring and summer as a walking, talking toddler-person. JB envisions Esme sitting in a wagon, cheeks jiggling, as her cousin Dylan pulls her along. Esme's spirited stubbornness leads me to believe it may go the opposite way. Either way, this year is definitely shaping up to be something fun, exhausting, and mostly magical.

Esme is a year old.

I guess I have to accept that she's a toddler now. She's finally mastered standing up without using something to pull up, and is starting to rely on walking to get places over cruising and crawling, though she still falls back on those now and then. She's also been throwing some temper tantrums, which is quite uncool. She likes to climb on and in things. She pulls out the drawer in our end table to use as a step and freaks out when I pull her down. She's still really cute though, even when she's a pain in the butt. We have our little jokes, her favorite being when we pretend things are hats when they clearly are not. She has a great sense of humor. She's finally getting into books and will plunk her favorites into my arms and crawl up into my lap. She dances whenever she hears any music, even if it's just a commercial jingle. We got her the baby grand piano for her birthday and she can't stop playing with it. Rob played a tune for her the other day and she gazed up at him with such admiration. She's amazing and so funny.