Six months have come and gone since our wedding. A full half of one year, if you will pardon the oxymoron. Those six months have brought many things into our lives, both good and bad. They've been amazing and they've been hard. We have laughed and we (well, really just I) have cried, and the sun has risen and set, and life goes on. I guess it's just another day, and life continues as usual, much as it did before we were married (excepting the whole Texas thing), and it's really not anything to make a big deal over, but I like milestones. They make me happy, and they give me an excuse to buy some new perfume and have a nice dinner with my husband. So I bought steak and sparkling grape juice and lit a candle, and had even cleared the flashlights, pieces of the upstairs bathroom plumbing, video game magazines, hunting regulations, and little pots of tiny herbs off the table in honor of the occasion. I did overcook the steak a tiny bit, but it's only my second time. I'm still learning the art. Like I'm learning that Jesse doesn't like marinated steak, but he does like marinated chicken, and he loves ice cream, but not chocolate ice cream. Speaking of...the only ice cream I had was the chocolate kind that he doesn't like, and I failed to buy more for the occasion, which caused an outburst on my dear, wronged husband's part.
"No ice cream?? Six months of marriage, and you don't even KNOW me!"
Poor, mistreated man.
Remarkably, I did not take any pictures of dinner. I thought about it, and shocked myself by refraining. It was difficult, I assure you, but it didn't seem to go along with the elegant setting I was attempting to create. As elegant as you can get with horns hanging on a tin wall, that is.
Anyway, there isn't much else going on right now. Jesse's playing assassins creed, and I'm reading The Mystery of Edwin Drood while waiting for the lasagna to come out of the oven. Business as usual. I ought to be wrapping Keaton's birthday present, but I'll get around to that later. We're going out to Strawn again this Friday so that we can go to the zoo on Saturday for his birthday. It's going to be another long weekend, but we haven't been out that way since new year's day, so it's about time.
I've been feeling lately like the longer we are here, the more it sets in that this is going to be home. That we aren't just visiting for a while, or taking a break. I won't be going back to dance team, or hanging out in Gail's office, or running errands with Rae, or getting the girls dressed for church, or taking them to the park. Not that those things will never happen again (goodness, I'm going on as if everyone has died!), but they aren't part if my everyday life anymore, and they never will be again. And that's been hard to keep my brain wrapped around the past few days. I know that this will become home eventually. I know that I will make friends and find those people that will be a part of my everyday life, but right now the closest thing I have are the ladies at the library. They now not only know me by name, but notice when I do my hair differently than normal. Well, gotta be a regular somewhere, and there are no coffee shops to fill that purpose for me. The library is probably cheaper and better for my health, anyway.
While I'm on the subject of coffee shops...I may as well mention in closing that I have been doing a little bit of looking into and thinking about the possibilities of actually doing what everyone tells me to do and opening a coffee based business of some sort. Now whether it's a coffee shop, or a little drive through, or an espresso machine in some other's place of business, I don't know. In fact, to be quite clear, I'm not convinced that it is something I am willing to undertake at all, but Jesse has convinced me that it is worth looking into. And besides, if I ever am going to do something of that nature, now would be the time to do it, while we have cheap rent and no children to worry about. But we've been saying that about everything...
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