Pssssstttt. It’s me, Mrs. Wallaby! Old and wizened, dusting off some of the cobwebs of married life to pop in and say hi! My darling hubby and I may long be forgotten, but I really miss you bees!
I guess a quick reintroduction may be needed, no? Back in November of last year, this goofball and I tied the knot under an old oak tree here in hot hot Houston, Texas before all of our friends and family. We boogied to 90’s jams and Persian music on the dance floor, dined on classic Texas BBQ, and surprised our guests with an ice cream truck. It was one of the happiest days of my life and a day my husband and I will always hold in our hearts.
Photo by Mustard Seed Photography
Nowadays, we’re still up to no good—kicking butt in the jobs department (we’ve both started with new companies in the last four months!), adding a new car to our fleet (yes, we’re now on Team Prius. Apologies in advance.), jet-setting around the world (this year so far: San Diego, Alaska, San Francisco, and Napa), and last but not least—home ownership. Oh, that depressingly expensive, time-consuming pursuit. We’re renting out Mr. W’s bachelor pad as we settle into our new digs and waffle over the tough choices, like leather vs. microfiber. If we didn’t know each other inside and out after our 19-day honeymoon, we got a whole lot closer after building a garage from the ground up.
Building a garage is 10% craftmanship skills and 90% perspiration.
Did we stumble across the Japanese Gardens in San Francisco? Yes, yes we did.
I think buying a house together is the very best thing that’s happened to us as a couple since we got married. Even in house-hunting with a significant other, you learn a lot about each other. (Examples: Mr. W has kind of a thing for marble counters and hardwood floors, and he’ll avoid potentially “haunted” houses at all costs. Apparently, that disqualifies all houses built pre-1999. Le sigh from this old romantic.) And budgeting, scrimping, saving, moving, decorating—therein, my friends, lies the art of compromise. Nesting, too, has brought out our shared interest in Craigslist bargains and a mild addiction to House Hunters and all shows HGTV. We’re even beginning to notice the extra space we have to accommodate some little Wallababies .
Cue to cheeseball kissing-on-mountaintop photo. Alaska, mes amies, is stunning.
For us, a lot changed when we got married. We moved in together. We combined finances. We took a fresh look at our plans and dreams, and our bucket list got even longer. (Our wanderlust knows no limits, other than my PTO. There are plans for vacations to Italy, Thailand, Colombia, Brazil, South Africa…We’d like to squeeze in a few more big trips before kids.)
My favorite blog post about our wedding will always be my ceremony post. The party will inevitably come to an end, people will fly home, photos will get buried on hard drives and old Facebook albums—but there will always be our vows. Those sacred words. Even if we forget all else that transpired that day, I hope we never forget our promises to one another.
Blogging about our wedding gave me a real reality check—instead of just going through all of the motions of wedding planning, I frequently stopped to think about our story, and how to convey that to an audience—which made me reflect on where we were, and where we were headed. In the process, I also made some real-life friendships with other bees, which is surely priceless. Blogging also helped me preserve many of my memories of our wedding day, and I can’t wait to reread the old posts on our anniversary—which is just around the corner! (November bees…Has it really been almost a year?)
And now for the pop quiz! Ready, set…
Please stay in touch—I love hearing about everyone else’s weddings, engagements, and all of the other buzz in this hive. I’ve been a terrible blogger all summer, but now that things with my new job are settling down, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do—if you’d like, stop by over at Life in Green.