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Feeling particularly ready for spring this year, and feeling inspired by all the home decor.
“Home is the nicest word there is.” - Laura Ingalls Wilder
So much has happened in the last month, and when I think about the last six months…I’m stunned. And when I think about the last year…it seems like three years in one. WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to us from us.
We haven’t even been in our house for a month…but I love it. I love everything about it, and I feel like an overprotective mother about it. There are several large updates that we plan to make, and some minor tweaks here and there…but we are taking it little by little and prioritizing as needed. But…it feels so good and so foreign and so perfect.
2018 held seriously high highs, like new puppies and visits with family, beautiful peach trees in community gardens, quick trips to nearby favorite places, and celebrating friends left and right. It then brought some of the lowest of lows. But through all of the lowest points, we were shown patience and understanding by our families and we are better because of those low points.
2019 is off to a fine start, and I have big plans for it.
Don’t read this if you don’t want to risk being disgusted and annoyed by me.
Three years ago, Trey and I stepped away from everyone, and sat next to each other to say our vows. We vowed to love each other and to honor each other, to always work to lift each other up, to put effort into US when the energy just isn’t there, and many other things. We’ve known each other for almost six years now, and have been married for three of those. In those six years together, we’ve moved five times, adopted a cat and a dog, moved higher and higher within our companies, and had some very high highs and some really, really low lows. I would say that our time in Florida was probably one of the lowest lows, but if I’m being honest - we’re currently climbing out of what would probably be the next lowest (if we’re really rating our lows). But, we’re holding stronger than ever and we are so, so close to a new chapter.
Someone asked me the other day if when I met Trey, I knew immediately that he was the one that I was going to marry. The answer is yes. From our first conversation, we were a match and we just clicked in every way. When I say that we are more alike than we are different, I don’t say that lightly. I managed to find someone who is…so damn perfect for me, and I’m perfect for him. I know this because he tells me almost daily. He thinks that I’m hilarious and he loves my attempt at a sandwich and he loves to ask me sports questions. He loves the way that I sleep in the middle of the bed with half of my body on him during the winter, and the way that I’m sprawled out like a starfish during the warm months. He loves building me back up when anxiety and worry and fear has tamped me down. I know this because he tells me. He takes the time to look me in the eyes and say all of the things that I didn’t know that I needed to hear. He lets me be me, and doesn’t push me to be any different. He speaks my language and sometimes it’s honestly unreal how great he is. When an acquaintance of his meets me, they say, “You’re Trey’s wife, right? Oh, man. He is so great. I know you know this, but he really is just the best.” To this, I say, “I know” and I beam. And he knows this, because I tell him. I tell him that he’s like a warm furnace that I always want to be next to, and I tell him that he is perfect for me and that he loves me so perfectly. I tell him that he’s funny and that I need him. I tell him that I love to watch him eat chips because he looks at both sides of the chip before the puts it in his mouth.
It’s stupid, actually. It honestly is stupid how perfect we are for each other. Of course we have our issues. Other issues will arise. But, I believe that his belief in marriage, my willpower, and our love of positivity and light and joy and fun will keep us chugging along forty-five years down the road - when I look like a curly, white-haired starfish in a cardigan, and he has silver hair, a big belly and a Santa-like demeanor. We are going to put in the work. We are going to continue laying the foundation for our marriage, and I’ll swim around in these early years, floating on big inflatables until my fingers get all pruny.
So, here we are. Entering our third year of marriage. We’re wrapping up an intensely stressful season of our lives and on the verge of a new and exciting one. We’re peeing in front of each other now…since we’ve lived for six months with a doorless bathroom. We’re closer than ever and we’re still holding each other tighter when things gets hard.
Happy anniversary, Trey. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Originally, this list held things like “go Christmas shopping FOR REAL”, and “spend the evening wrapping Christmas presents by the Christmas tree”, “go ice skating”, and so much more. BUT, some things had to be omitted because of $$ and house buying and time. This is surely going to be a Christmas to remember, and it’s going to be a very creative Christmas. We don’t have much time off from work, and the time that we do have falls after Christmas - meaning that we don’t know our Christmas plans, or if there will be Christmas plans. We are working so, so hard to buy a house by the end of the year - meaning that we may be skipping out on store-bought presents this year and going a different route. We’ll also be packing and sorting and prepping for a move between the Christmas merriment and work. HOW did all of this end up happening at Christmastime? Let it be known that if my Christmas is a little miniature this year…next year is going to be %$@#*%$ jolly as hell. So, watch out because I am coming for you, Christmas 2019.
Take a drive to look at Christmas lights.
Dress up and have a date night downtown.
Bake gingerbread cookies.
Bake treats for work.
Make homemade hot chocolate.
Bake at least three kinds of Christmas cookies.
Make mom’s beef stew.
Make Trey’s cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning.
Make Trey's orange cake for Christmas.
The Santa Claus
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
It’s a Wonderful Life
Christmas with the Kranks
You’ve Got Mail
The Polar Express
Sleepless in Seattle
When Harry Met Sally
A Christmas Story
The Family Stone
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Harry Potter (any that give major Christmas feels)
Christmas episodes of The Office
Christmas classic cartoons
Make pomanders with Abbey.
Make Christmas cards.
Send Christmas cards.
Paint nails Christmas Red.
Dry out oranges for the Christmas tree.
Hang mistletoe and kiss under it.
Celebrate our third anniversary.
Bake pizzelles with Trey’s grandmother.
Buy an ornament to represent the year.
Buy a new Christmas children’s book.
Curl up by a fireplace.
Buy a house.
On our way home from our third Thanksgiving meal, Trey and I talked about how different this Thanksgiving was from ones in the past. It’s shocking to see how things change over the years - and it’s funny to see the things that never change (like having four or five different pans of dressing at a single dinner). I felt that in all of the hustle and bustle, I didn’t slow down and let gratitude sink in until I was on my way home from all of the festivities. So, I thought that I should settle in and give thanks.
I’m thankful for the family that I have. I’ve got one big, loud, zesty family…and somehow “zesty” really is the best word to describe them. I’ve got a step-family, where the get togethers are well-organized and put together. And I’ve got a big bunch of in-laws that are almost always seemingly carefree and ready for a good time. They’re all so different, and I love them all.
I’m thankful for my marriage and the person that I’m married to. I’m thankful that he is patient and generous and willing to do anything for anyone, and is always ready to swoop in and save the day. I’m thankful that he is so, so, so loving, and so, so, so kind.
I’m thankful for the way that things are going at the moment. We are working hard, and it seems like it’s going to pay off soon.
I’m thankful for friends that feel like family. Trey goes to DND every Sunday night, and I know that those people that he plays with are some of his favorite people, and they’ve become some of mine as well. I’m also thankful for the friends that live nearby, and the friends that don’t, and the new friends, and the old friends.
I’m thankful that tonight, I got to sit next to my husband while I held one of my nieces, and while he held another one. I’m thankful that I got to go to THREE Thanksgivings, while some people can’t even afford groceries. I’m thankful for my furry little family, and the way that George gets along with my mom’s dog - and the way that James parades loudly around the apartment demanding to be fed. I’m thankful for all of it. The good things, and the not-so-good things.
Next year, when even more things have changed - I hope that I remember to look back on this post and find all of the joy that this year held. Now - go watch You’ve Got Mail, tell someone “Happy Thanksgiving back”, and pull out your twinkle lights because it’s truly officially the Christmas season.
This year, our Hilton Head trip held no agendas of any kind. The only expectation we really had was that we expected it to be relaxing and refreshing. We brought books with us (that we never opened) and face masks (that we never did), because we were already relaxed enough. We watched Food Network Christmas specials and took naps when we were inside. We went to the beach and rode bikes when we were outside. It was warmer than we’ve ever experienced it - but that just meant that we spent even more time inside lounging and recharging.
We drive home tomorrow, and we are scared to look at our work schedules because we are scared that they won’t overlap as much as we’d like for them to. I’m beyond grateful for Trey and for the time together that these trips give us. I love him. I love him. I love him.
When we get home, it’s time for Christmas. We’ve talked about how if we get a live tree and decorate it, there’s a chance that we might be taking everything down and moving it if we are able to find a house before Christmas. We’ve also talked about how we have no idea what George is going to do when he’s locked in a teensy living room with a bright and shiny Christmas tree all day long. So, this has potential to be an eventful Christmas season, and I’m up for anything and everything. Let’s GET.IT.GOING.
Welcome to my cozy little corner of the Internet. I’m Sarah, and I believe in celebrating everything, laughing louder, and loving harder. I believe in being kind to yourself and in being warm to others.