We started dating:
|At a Party with Random Dude in the Background, 2001|
Went on vacations:
|Engagement Brunch, 2003|
|Our "Save the Date" Photo|
In between all this, we bought an apartment, sold it, bought another apartment, and I got knocked up. First we had one boy:
And then another:
We sold the second apartment and decamped for the suburbs:
|New House, 2009|
In the last two years of living in the country (despite Ted claiming that we don't live in the actual "country," it feels pretty fucking country to me, with all the bugs, gutters that need to be cleaned, shopping at Costco and whatnot) I have made a lot of adjustments, you guys. One of the best parts has been having a house to make into a home. I have only made a small start, as is evident from my earlier posts, but have recently reconciled myself to the the fact that it's going to take a while for my house to look like the pictures I see in magazines and blogs. But I'll get there. I know a house is never perfect, but I'm going to get as close as I can. I mean, a home is always a work in progress, but one day I will have all the crap and clutter out and everything in it will be something useful, beautiful, very much loved, or all three.
As for the relationship, that, too is a work in progress. And I do mean work. It's a fucking second job to keep two people together, monogamous, and not in prison for murdering each other. This past week in particular has been extra tough, hence the lack of posts about fun purchases and improvement projects. I'll be back this week, kicking my clients into shape (are you listening, Sissy? T-Dawg?) and creating beautiful videos. But this past week has been about work of a different kind. And like the house, our marriage will never be perfect. But if you do the work, you can get pretty close. I like being married, but I love being married to Ted. Here's to another decade together, Smoochie Bear.