Hi hive! Wow, a year already. Does time move faster once you hit 30, or is it just me?
While I’ve missed blogging for the ‘Bee, I must say it feels like I never really left. Aside from keeping up with the current bloggers, the network of past bee bloggers is amazing. I definitely didn’t realize the level of support and camaraderie I’d be gaining when I started here as Miss Squid (even beyond the wedding), but now, I’m grateful to be able to count them as friends.
On December 12, 2014, Mr. S and I stood up in front of our loved ones and vowed to love and honor each other, through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, all the days of our lives. And then we had the most awesome, magic-filled, leave-it-all-on-the-dance-floor progressive cocktail reception at Brooklyn’s Liberty Warehouse.
I’m just gonna post our highlight video here, you know, to get our money’s worth for posterity’s sake.
Since we got married, Mr. S and I moved out of our NYC studio and continue to adapt to life in the New Jersey suburbs. We’ve worked our way through a long list of renovations, and yet there remains a litany of projects that we’d love to get to one day. Mr. S’s Christmas wish list this year actually included a suggested contribution to “The Fence Fund.” My, how suburbia has changed us.
Our sunroom before…
And our sunroom after!
With the added space of our new home, we were brave enough to host our first Thanksgiving for 52 of our nearest and dearest, and we finally have room for a real Christmas tree. And Home Goods hunting has never been so much fun now that we have all these rooms to fill.
So how did we celebrate our first year of marriage? With early morning his and hers dentist appointments. I’m not kidding. Fear not, the romance is still alive. For our paper anniversary, Mr. S gave me Broadway tickets to see Sylvia later that evening, and I gave him an Artifact Uprising calendar that features Chunk’s Instagram pictures.
Both of us gifted each other something dog-centric, which speaks volumes to what is really important in our lives right now.
“Oh, you can’t even?? No, no, *I* can’t even.”
We thought we had lost the first layer of our wedding cake, but it turns out it had been hiding in my parents’ freezer all this time. We let it thaw overnight and ventured a bite the following morning. The banana cake and hazelnut filling wasn’t so bad, but the buttercream icing definitely gave away its age. Blech.
In putting together this post, I wish I had something more profound to say about our first year of marriage, but really, life with Mr. S is as it always was. We make each other laugh, we have impromptu dance-offs to no music in our living room, we bicker about dirty dishes, and we don’t hesitate to embarrass Chunk on social media. Our wedding one year ago was a public statement of what we already knew to be true—to be happy in this life, all we need is one another, because we are enough.
Happy anniversary Mr. S. I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you forever.