Seven years ago today, I was walking down the aisle toward my best friend. Instead of toasting with champagne tonight, we’ll be sipping spicy water and watching So You Think You Can Dance. That’s love you guys.
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Happy anniversary James. Next year, I’ll refrain from cleansing on this date. I love you!
Can we talk relationships for a minute. I’ve been in the same one for almost 13 years and I’m only 29. Wrap your head around that people! It doesn’t get any easier either. We have to work really hard every single day to make each other happy and sometimes (or more than sometimes) we get lazy.
With that being said, I thought it would be fun to give each other relationship tips. I’ll tell you how we’ve managed not to kill each other and you tell me how you’ve managed not to kill each other.
My tip: determine your love languages. There are five and I speak all of them fluently, but mostly I like acts of service. This means, The Husband can show me how much he loves me by cleaning the shower. His love language is physical touch — he loves to cuddle while I’m all about personal space. Once we learned our love languages, we made attempts to speak each others. I know this probably just confused the hell out of you, but there’s a book on it and I highly suggest reading.
Also, no TV in the bedroom.
Okay, now give me your tips.
The Husband thinks it’s funny to scare the hell out of me — usually in the dark when I least expect it. One of these days I’m going to go into cardiac arrest. Last night I had the perfect opportunity to get him back. You guys, never creep up behind a 6’6″, 260 lbs man unless you’re okay with getting punched in face. Lucky for me, he realized who it was before the punching actually occurred. Lesson learned.
Guess who joined the human race this weekend? You guys, I finally got an iPhone, which I haven’t stopped babying since Saturday. The Husband says it will likely be the end of our marriage. At least I’ll have Instagram!
Yesterday was our 12 year dating anniversary and me and the Husband reminisced about our teenage years over a bottle of wine.
Husband: Do you remember our first date?
Me: You took me to Knotts Scary Farm.
Husband: Remind me never to play a newlywed game with you. It’s amazing how little you know about our relationship.
According to the Husband, we went to see Knotting Hill on our first date. I still swear the first movie we ever went to together was the Blair Witch Project. We’ll be having this same argument when we’re 80.
Do you married folk still celebrate your dating anniversary?
I snapped this photo while we were waiting for an elevator in our hotel in Chicago. It perfectly depicts our relationship! Me taking endless photos and the Husband being endlessly annoyed by it. I laugh really loud every time I look at this picture! I can’t wait to show my grandchildren one day.
This weekend is going to be a good one. I’m meeting Erika and Irene in real life! We’re going to eat, drink and shop. My camera is definitely coming along with me.
It’s Labor Day weekend and the Husband turns another year older so we’re in full-blown celebration slash romantical mode. Or we will be as soon as I leave this office. I’ve promised to do everything he wants to do this weekend, which includes riding a bike. Cycling scares the hell out of me so this is no small sacrifice. That’s what you call unwavering devotion. Happy Friday sugar plums!
I thought this was as appropriate time as any to share a few of our wedding photos and present to you my sappy side.
The Husband and I met nearly 12 years ago in high school Spanish class. He was the captain of the football and basketballs teams and I was definitely not a cheerleader. But we fell in love nonetheless and after graduation I followed him to Berkeley (well I moved to San Francisco, but close enough) determined not to lose the person I knew I wanted to be with forever.
Six years ago yesterday, my high school sweetheart and I made it official. It still blows my mind that we found each other when we were barely of legal driving age. But what’s even more staggering is that we knew, at 16, that we were in it forever. How the hell can a couple of kids predict forever? This kind of love is rare — the kind where you grow up with your spouse and grow up we did. Believe me! It wasn’t always easy, but luckily for us, we grew together and not apart.
Happy anniversary to my husband. You continue to be my most favorite person in the world. And thank you for only getting mildly irritated when I post pictures of your mug on my blog. I love you to pieces.
Photos by Harvard Photography
The Husband and I will be celebrating our 6 year wedding anniversary next week. Maybe a slow dance in the kitchen is in order. Or maybe some shiny baubles!
Photo by Jamie Beck
My weekend was extraordinarily wholesome. Fresh pasta, smoked gruyere and an early bedtime on Friday night (the Husband participated in his first cycling race at the crack of dawn on Saturday so carbs and sleep were essential).
Converse sneakers, a bar and grill and a baseball game on Saturday. 
And a trip to Ace Hardware on Sunday followed by an attempt to make the bubble chandelier. I even laid out all the materials and tried to hype myself up with a glass of wine, but then I got distracted so there was little progress. In all honestly, the Husband really wasn’t in the mood for a DIY lighting project so we compromised. I attended a sporting event for his sake and he doesn’t have to make the chandelier until next weekend. See, I’m a selfless wife.
Lonely Wife Project 