Sweetest Day Weekend and a Variety of ‘Weds

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.

The husbands

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Weekend Adventures and Mysteries

On Saturday morning before eating anything (but after drinking four glasses of water), Brad and I arrived at the lab for my blood draw. It was packed! He accidentally fasted with me and his stomach was growling away while we waited. These labs were much easier, I think I got a really good person doing my draw.

Afterward, we had a breakfast double date with our friends before heading south to celebrate my brother-in-law’s birthday. He turns 19 tomorrow! It’s crazy, when I first started seeing Brad, his little brother was just turning 12 and he was shorter than me. A lot has changed in the last seven years. Since I don’t have younger siblings, I think it’s been cool so far to watch Brian grow from the sweet middle school kid who I met, into a responsible young man. Continue reading

The Wedding Dress Experience

If you’ve ever spent much time reading wedding blogs, magazines or forums you’ve heard about the wedding dress experience. The experience that when you find “your dress” you know it. You cry. You’re overcome with joy.

I didn’t have that.

I loved the dress, just didn’t cry. {PS I made that Mrs. hanger!}

I had a beautiful dress but I didn’t shed a tear, my mom didn’t shed a tear, we weren’t in an utter state of awe of anything in the sea of white and cream satin, taffeta and chiffon before us. That’s a little odd because I cry at the drop of a hat. Movies, tv shows, books, tender thoughts and my friend trying on wedding dresses can bring a tear to my eye.

When we first set foot on what is now our property, I had the “wedding dress experience.” (I’ve written about that before) So when I read another newlywed couple’s house finding experience it prompted me to start calling it the “home experience.” Continue reading

I dropped a glass

After things were finally dry enough outside, Brad mowed the grass. While he showered, I cleaned up the clippings then launched a last minute assault on the morning glories and other assorted weeds that were taking over the shrub out back. It was warm and muggy outside so when I came in I was craving a nice glass of iced tea. 

A finger stick found me at 82mg/dL so I grabbed a couple of pretzels and poured the two of us some nice, cold iced tea and settled in the living room. When I picked up the glass for my second sip, it slipped out of my hand, bounced off the corner of the coffee table (shattering) and sent tea, ice and glass everywhere.

The sound of the glass falling and breaking frightened Holmes and Watson out of their standard afternoon naps and they ran away from the sound… then in their frenzy ran back across the glass (that had somehow managed to send shards flying nearly across the room) to hide behind the couch. Brad sprang into action, grabbing his slippers and the trash can, then tried to capture the cats and take them upstairs. In the chase process that I watch while helplessly trapped on the couch, the cats both ran through the ice/glass/tea mess a total of three times before being successfully wrangled into an upstairs bedroom.

Hurts worse than it looks

After ascertaining that my leg was bleeding due to a cut from falling glass and not a piece lodged in it, we cleaned up the mess. Brad asked me while searching for shards in the carpet, “Was it low blood sugar?” For all of the annoying, frustrating and inconvenient things in my life that I can blame diabetes on, this was not one of them. This was a sweaty glass in an unstable hand.

I cleaned up and bandaged my leg then checked the cats’ paws. Both of them were fine but still scared. Watson still hadn’t come downstairs over an hour later even though Holmes has resumed his nap right where he left off.

In other news, I revamped my About Rachel page… it was probably time.

 

Celebrate!

This time of year has become marked by a whirlwind of birthdays, graduations, holidays and anniversaries.

There is a lot in my life to celebrate… especially today.

Two years ago today, I woke up in a hotel room with one of my best friends. It was chilly and cloudy, and there were butterflies in my stomach. My friend drove us to Starbucks while I prayed it didn’t rain. The moment that we arrived at the church, time sped up and seemed to fly by until I was sitting with my father and some of my closest friends, with a church full of people upstairs. My father prayed for me, for the man who would be standing at the alter and for the marriage that we would have.

2011

One year ago today, I woke up in a hotel room with my husband. It was sunny and warm, and we were amazed that 365 366 days (2012 was a Leap Year) had passed so quickly. We ate year-old cake and celebrated surviving and thriving through a very tough first year of marriage (tough in this sense) .

2012

This morning, I woke up next to my husband, in our own bed. In the house that we bought together and I honestly couldn’t be happier.

2013

After dating for 3 years, being engaged for nearly 2 and 2 years of marriage, it’s no surprise that we’ve have been through a lot of ups and downs together, but I can honestly say that year 2 of marriage was more ups than downs. We have a lot to celebrate from this past year!

Happy second anniversary Brad!  I love you and I love being your wife.