When do you feel the most loved?
My husband has provided me with a safe space to be exactly who I am. He takes the good and the bad, and just keeps loving me regardless. This is the first time I have felt truly safe, valued, and free to be myself. It’s an incredible feeling, and I am thankful every day to call him mine.
while packing up the office.
I thought this one was cute:
Speaking of puns, my husband is the king of puns. I learned this early on. Before we were dating, we had an intense texting relationship. I remember one such conversation quite vividly. I was assembling a floor lamp for my office, and texting him about how fucked up and incoherent the instructions were. (This would become a thing for us: me texting him about “shitty instructions” that typically turned out to be me simply being absolutely horrible at assembling things). He started joking around with me, and ended up coming up with like fifteen different puns regarding lights/lamps. I remember thinking it was adorable. I was smitten. 💜
I wish I still had those early conversations.
2012: decided to take things to the next level with D.
2013: last day of chemo!
Crappy hospital pic to celebrate six years together. We made it!
Going out to celebrate our six year anniversary since we won’t be able to do so on Thursday.
Six beautiful years with this hottie ❤️
D and I first met six years ago. There are things about that night I’ll never forget, and that are particularly funny in hindsight. The funniest of all is that I left thinking he didn’t like me. Then just a couple of days later, on NYE, we started texting and just never really stopped. Now we’re married. Life’s unexpected in that way.
Happy meetaversary, babe. I love you. No regrets. ❤️
I purchased a tarot relationship reading from a friend and I’m very pleased with it. See below!
If you’re interested in your own reading:
Ever since our very first overnight trip together, to fucking Hannibal of all places, we’ve made a point of buying the tourist pics, and we’ve never regretted it. Even when they’re cheesy as fuck, like these.
File under: stuff I want to remember about my honeymoon.
In the airplane, before departure, D made up and sang the cutest little song about how flying first class to your honeymoon is awesome. He may look serious in a lot of the pics we take, but when it’s just us he’s super silly and fun. I just adore him.
Last night, in our private pool, he was carrying me around and said, “I was just trying to impress you with my knowledge of Metric, and now we’re married.” 💜💜