An argument Rich and I have sometimes is how much of a homebody I can be. He thinks that since we stay in a lot that we are missing out on things. I'll admit I can feel that way too, if we decide on a Friday night we're going to stay in and end up in bed at 10pm the next morning can feel a bit blah. Wondering if we should have just pulled the trigger and gone out for a drink.
But most of the time I really could care less. I love to be home and I love my home. I love to put on music, cook dinner, eat outside, have a fire and just talk. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I have that pull, wondering if we should be doing more before we start the next phase of our life (i.e.: children). Should we be more spontaneous more often, travel on a whim, etc.?! I can feel pressured to squeeze as much in during this time its just US. Then I think that these nights at home together are the things we are going to sacrifice when we expand our family, not just the lack of bar and restaurant time we log in a week.
Today is our four year wedding anniversary so we're off to Philadelphia for the night to celebrate. We've both never been there but have heard good things so we're pretty pumped to explore the city...and by explore I mean eat and drink our way through it.
Four years is a weird anniversary. It feels like a long time to be married, but not at the same time. I feel like over this past year we've grown in our relationship and as individuals. I feel very lucky to have someone who lets me be me and accepts all my crazy.
Marriage is work, sometimes hard work, sometimes easy, but when you both put in the hours, the end result is awesome and there's no-one else I would rather be going through this life with than Rich.
Rich and I have been married for 4 years this coming September and while everyday is not perfect, we have a pretty nice life. Rich started his own business a little over a year and a half ago and while at times it can be stressful (and expensive!) he's doing really well. We've been able to go on vacation and take overnight/weekend trips pretty much whenever we want (thanks for pup-sitting Mom!). Our nights are spent either at one of our favorite local haunts for dinner and drinks or sitting outside around our chiminea chatting about, well everything. Needless to say, we're super happy and content with the way life is going for us right now, just us.
But when the first of your friends start to have babies and you don't fall in line, people start asking you THAT question. You know..."WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE A BABY?"
Now, lets be real. When my friends started getting pregnant -- immediately I was like okay, it's time for this chapter for us too, lets go. However, my husband was little more apprehensive. It's not that he didn't want a baby, but more like he wanted to make sure we were going to try to have a baby right then for the right reasons -- not just because other people were getting pregnant and that question had begun to be asked of us. Then, the more the question was asked, the more he started to feel like we were being pressured into something and therefore a part of him started to reject the idea. Of course I didn't see it like that at the time and took him wanting to wait extremely personally. Needless to say there were a lot of long conversations, a few tears, and some bitterness on my part.
But as with most things -- hind site is 20/20.
After a lot of talking it through (like, a years worth!) we finally came to the conclusion that yes, we both do want to have kids, just when it feels right for us. Maybe that will be in the next year, but maybe it will be in the next five. We're just taking life day by day, not letting ourselves feel pressured, and really enjoying what we have now. As for people asking us about it, "yes, eventually" seems to be our answer de jour, and that seems to pacify pretty well . In the meantime, we're just going to keep living and enjoying our time spent together, just the two of us (and the pups, obvi).
Sometimes you just need a vacation, even if said "vacation" lasts for 24 hours and is a quick 2.5 hour drive away -- and that's exactly what Rich and I did a couple of weeks ago. My mom came down to watch the pups overnight and we hightailed it to Boston for a little one on one time.
You're probably thinking, why would they have to go away to be alone? The short answer is that we don't -- it was more to just get out of the rut that is life sometimes, especially in the winter. It's so easy to fall into the routine of work, home, dinner, tv, bed. REPEAT, REPEAT, REPEAT. Not that 99.9% of the time there is anything wrong with that, but sometimes you just need to get away, even if its for short amount of time.
We had a ball -- basically ate and drank the whole time but that's what vacations are for right?! Oh and we obviously hit up the aquarium because that's what Rich and I do when we're away. The whole ride home we kept saying how we should go away overnight more often and hopefully we will make a point to do so more, especially over the Spring/Summer.
Oh how I've missed you Wednesday Words! To me there really is nothing better than all the quotes with accompanying backgrounds and pretty fonts you can find on the interwebs. My WW file on my computer is usually chock full of inspiration and I typically can go through it and find a quote or saying that fits perfectly into whats going on in my life or just life in general that week to share with you. It's one of my favorite things to do on here.
When I came across this quote, I just had to use it for one of these posts. While it's not my typical inspiring saying, it really struck me. For some reason I just find it utterly romantic -is that weird?- and lets face it, we can all feel a bit like train wrecks in our own relationships from time to time (or most of the time). None of us is perfect, but I think the challenging 'rides' are the ones you learn from and sometimes take the most away from.
And really, who doesn't want to make the front page?
I've been spending my days, weeks, months leading up to this day saying how much it didn't bother me and how it wasn't a big deal to leave my 20's behind. Then last night over a lovely Mexican dinner with Rich, I felt a mini meltdown coming on, and started mildly freaking out that I was turning 30. It only lasted a short while, but it hit me, and it -temporarily- hit me hard.
By the time we finished our queso the panic had subsided, and the excitement/anticipation I've been feeling towards January the ninth seeped back into me. I feel empowered by turning 30, like I'm shedding a skin of sorts and stepping into a new chapter.
It's only 8:30 AM, but I already like how 30 feels on me.
EIGHT! I can't believe it. This little reddish brown munchkin has been by my side for almost 8 whole years. He's been with me through some of the happiest and saddest times of my life. Consoled me when I've had to make some tough decisions, and allowed me to cry into his little fur body. He was present when Rich asked me to marry him, which I think had a something to do with how important Rich knows he is to me.
I know everyone says this and thinks this about their dog, but I'm gonna say it anyway. Brody is special. He's smart, a little sneaky and he loves soooooo hard. He's been through a lot. These past 6 months have probably been the hardest for him, and at times I wasn't sure he would ever be the same dog after he became fully paralyzed. Was I wrong. He's got the same peppiness, playfulness, and undying need for snuggles he always did. He needs a little assistance with some things, but we are right there to help him out with whatever he needs.
So today I'm celebrating my little Brody's 8th birthday, and cheersing to many more years of his little sausage body, wagging tail, and puppy howls of joy being the first thing that greets me everyday when I get home.
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