Today is Brad’s birthday! For two weeks, he’ll be a year older than me.
We joke that we go big because something always happens around our birthdays. Last year, right around his birthday was time for Brad to replace his car, so he told people that I got him a car for his birthday. He makes me look like the best wife in the world.
This year is big too. We’ve decided to move.
We sold our house and bought another one in January and now closing is right around the corner. We close and move right between our birthdays. Our last week in our current hour will be Brad’s birthday and our first week in the new house will be my birthday. We’ve been joking that we bought each other a house for our birthdays.
We really do go big!
You know how they say, “Go big or go home?” I guess we’re just going big and going home.
But back to the birthday boy! I am looking forward to celebrating another year of Brad.
We’re upholding his birthday tradition of attending the Cleveland Auto Show and having cheesecake. However, it’ll probably be from the Cheesecake Factory since I’ve already packed everything but the bare essentials in the kitchen (for reference, wine is now served in water glasses at our house. That will soon be plastic cups!).
Happy birthday Brad! There’s no one I’d rather live out of boxes with.
It was Friday morning and I’m sitting at my desk with my face screwed up and trying to hold in a sneeze that was brewing. I know you aren’t supposed to hold in your sneezes, it’s not healthy. But I knew, if that sneeze came out it would start my nose bleeding again. I see enough of my own blood on a daily basis, I really didn’t need it to start coming out of my face… again.
It had been a weird week already so a perfect way to cap it off was appearing like I was on the verge of tears because that stupid sneeze was trying to form.
The other evening Brad looked at me and said, “Do you know that when I first met you, I thought you were a total weirdo?” He followed that shortly with, “and after all these years, I know I was right.”
“Yeah, well I thought you were weird too,” I shot back.
As our 6th wedding anniversary is this weekend, it’s nice to be open about how weird we think the other person really is. Continue reading →
I remember in high school I had been dating a boy (not Brad) for five months and it seemed like a long time. Everyone thought it was a long time. So perhaps it’s a change in perspective.
As I think on it more and more, 10 years is a significant period of time but really, not all that long. I feel like just yesterday I was musing about five years of marriage, but that was in May… five months ago (exactly).