Today is Brad’s birthday. I’m taking a slightly different approach to a birthday blog for him than normal and sharing about something I recently learned, which is: The longer I’m married, the more independent I become.
I discovered something when Brad was gone all last week on a business trip. I realized that between the time we got married and now, I’ve become so much more independent. But it’s not just independence that I’ve developed, it’s confidence, competence and comfort-ence. (Alliteration is my favorite.)
It’s not that Brad makes me have to be independent. I both want and need my husband in my life. I have identified that Brad has been a significant part of my personal development process. Brad, combined with normal progression through adulthood and increased personal and professional responsibility, has helped me become better at being on my own. Continue reading
Today is Brad’s and my third wedding anniversary.
A lot can happen in three years. A lot.
Since the day those young kids, who actually looked like their passport photos, made vows to each other a lot of things have changed… but not the vows.
Part of our vows was a promise to grow together. In the past three years we’ve both grown, on our own and with each other. Continue reading
I ran across this post from last year about realizing how much my diabetes affects Brad. When I was reading it, I remember back to when I had a yucky low blood sugar shortly after takeoff when we were flying to Florida. I usually end up high from the stress of flying so the low confused me and low-brain compounded the problem.
Brad said to me, very sternly, “Eat more Skittles, you do not want to have an emergency on this plane.”
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The other night, Brad was meeting a friend after work, so I stopped at the grocery store on my way home to pick up a few things. My numbers had been stellar all day, so when my Dexcom alerted me to a 70 mg/dL as soon as I pulled into the driveway I wasn’t worried because I was just going to fix a quick dinner and be fine.
Between walking into the house and hanging up my coat, something snapped. There were so many things I had to do before I could eat. I put away the groceries, went down to the basement and emptied the dehumidifier, went upstairs and changed my clothes. Then I fed the cats, got the mail and came back into the kitchen to get a clean plate out of the dishwasher. I got distracted by the dishwasher needing emptied – then I felt hot.
Really, really hot. Finally a functioning brain cell told me to test my blood sugar.
Read the rest of the post here.
PS: Have you entered my snack giveaway?
Before I tell you my news about Facebook, I need to tell you why today is special…
Today marks seven years that Brad and I have been the couple known as “Brad and Rachel.” More or less, it’s been seven years since Brad told me that we’re humans.
Us in Cleveland in 2008. Long before we knew we’d get married and move here.
We don’t celebrate our dating anniversary specifically anymore, but I feel that it’s important to acknowledge that our relationship started long before we got married. Because of the way our life together played out, we dated for a long time and were engaged for a long time before we actually tied the knot and just because we’re Mr. and Mrs. now those years shouldn’t be forgotten.
It’s kind of a policy of mine to only be Facebook friends with people who I really know offline. Although I consider many people from the internet my friends, it’s just a personal preference.
After connecting with many blogs on Facebook and seeing how people connect with bloggers on that platform, I’ve decided that it’s about time that ProbablyRachel.com had its own Facebook page. Continue reading
I didn’t realize it was Sweetest Day on Saturday until I was browsing Facebook while brushing my teeth on Saturday morning. (Yes, I probably have bedhead and a mouth full of minty fresh foam when I like your pictures and statuses.)
Brad and I celebrated Sweetest Day once upon a time… a long time ago. Before we were a couple. Seven years ago we went on our first date on October 4th (set up by my friend). Our third date was on Sweetest Day and we were in that stage of our relationship when you don’t know if you’re a real couple of just kind of going out. Brad gave me a little potted yellow rose plant… which died approximately two weeks later around the time we decided we were a real couple. Aside from saying “Happy Sweetest day, dear” to each other, that was the last time we celebrated Sweetest Day.
Anyway, we spent Saturday with the newlyweds (my friend Natalie and her husband Tyler) helping them paint at their new home. I can tell that they’ll be happy in their house, but I’m sad it’s an hour drive away instead of the five minutes they used to be.