We did it! I’ve officially been a married lady for about three weeks now. Everything was more beautiful and perfect than I ever could have imagined (with a few perfectly imperfect details that made the whole thing real, of course!) I don’t have many pictures yet, but I’ll share a few favorites once I get them back. I’ll also share some highlights from our amazing honeymoon to Spain sometime soon. For now, I’m just soaking up married life and enjoying the return to normalcy. Hopefully I’ll be popping up a lot more!




I don’t know why, but it just hit me today for some reason: I’m getting married in one week and four days. WHAAAAT! How did this happen?! For the past couple of months, I had hit kind of a numb point…I don’t know if “numb” is the right word, but I had hit a point with planning where I just felt like “it is what it is” about everything. Not to say anything was really going wrong, but I reached a point where I had been planning for so long that I just didn’t really care about the details as much anymore, and just wanted to get on with the fun. And then once I got to the point where it was getting too close to really change anything, I reached this weird point where I didn’t really feel anything…I was excited in THEORY, but I didn’t feel like it was as close as it actually was. Can I use the word “point” a few more times?

 Well, today it hit me like a ton of super happy bricks: I am SO FREAKING EXCITED! I’m excited for my best friend, who I haven’t seen in over 4 years, to arrive next Thursday. I’m excited to see my dress, completely finished. I’m excited for our rehearsal dinner (and to wear the ah-ma-zing dress I bought for it over a year ago). Hell, I’m even excited to finish putting together decorations. I’m excited to get pampered and beautified with my gals. I’m excited to see all of the people I love the most gathered in one place, and to see friends and family I haven’t seen in years. I’m excited to dance my butt off and drink all the champagne. I’m REALLY excited to spend 10 days in Spain. I’m even excited to PACK for Spain! And most of all, I’m excited to marry my very best friend in the whole entire world (not the one who’s arriving next Thursday – ha!) and to start the rest of our lives together. Let’s get this show on the road…I have zero chill.


Love Is…

Love is…reading one of those sappy “Love Is” posts that say something like, “Love is not having fun and laughing every day. Love is fighting over the dishwasher and having a meltdown because you work late every day and he didn’t put the dishes away. Love is driving each other crazy and screaming at each other, but still being happy that they’re there at the end of the day…” etc. etc. etc., and thinking to yourself, “…Nope! Love IS having fun and laughing on a daily basis, and eating dinner together every night, and being a team, and laughing your heads off all the time because you’re each others’ best friends. Love is your man coming inside and literally singing a song about what a pretty lady you are and doing a silly dance. Love is being happy, every day.”

To quote Sex and the City:

Samantha: Relationships aren’t just about being happy. I mean, how often are you happy in your relationship? 
Charlotte: Every day. 
Samantha: Every day? 
Charlotte: Well, not all day every day; but yes, every day.

Love is whatever you make it. I’m not saying that you can’t fight in a healthy relationship (fighting is healthy!) or that you have to be happy every second, but your relationship should make you happy. Every day. At least a little. And reading those dumb posts make me realize just how lucky I am to have a guy that makes me laugh and feel comfortable and silly and loved and HAPPY, every day.


It’s the small things.

Jeff and I have been together for a pretty long time. Romance is great and all, and sometimes I get a little envious when I see someone (usually in a newer relationship) posting all of the grand romantic gestures that their significant other seemingly comes up with every three days on social media. That said, there’s a reason Jeffrey and I have been going strong for over 7 years…I think the most successful relationships are the ones where small gestures that may seem meaningless to outside parties are appreciated just as much (if not more) than large, sweeping, dramatic gestures. Our new trash can (that we’ve desperately needed for well over a year, and kept forgetting to replace) arrived in the mail today, and I was reminded of the little things that Jeff does every day that make me realize what a lucky gal I am. Things such as:

  • Rinsing the dishes and loading the dishwasher every night after I’ve cooked dinner.
  • Putting the fitted sheet and duvet cover back on after I wash our bedding, because he knows how much I hate doing those things.
  • Buying huge quantities of the nice paper towels (Viva or bust!) and toilet paper – I hate lugging huge packages around, so I only buy the small packages.
  • Leaving me the last bite of whatever treat we have laying around (for example: a couple of weeks ago, Jeff bought some pumpkin donuts. I’m a nibbler, and rarely sit down and eat a full donut, unless they’re the REALLY GOOD ones – I just take little nibbles throughout the day. One morning, I woke up to discover that Jeff had left me about a quarter of the last donut, so I could have a little bite before leaving for work.)
  • Picking me up a Pellegrino each time he stops at Wawa on his way home.
  • Buying the practical things for our house that slip my mind – that garbage can, for example. By the way – garbage cans are SO EXPENSIVE! Who wants to drop $150 on something as boring as a garbage can?? Not cool. Thanks, Jeffrey!
  • Texting me each night before he leaves work to see if I need him to pick anything up on his way home.
  • Leaving 10 minutes before me each morning, and starting my car/turning my seat warmer on.
  • Thanking me for dinner every night. It seems small and kind of silly, but knowing that he appreciates what I do (even the things that I generally enjoy doing) makes all the difference.
  • Putting the new shower curtain liner on – another thing I hate to do.
  • Sometimes on rainy, gray days, he leaves the TV on for Grooby on Animal Planet, so that “he doesn’t get bummed out.” Adorable!
  • Fixing whatever technical mess my mom’s gotten herself into every time we visit her.

That’s just a small example of the ways my fella reminds me that I got one of the good ones on a daily basis, and I can’t wait to seal the deal in less than a year!