There was a time, long long ago, where I would actually use the kitchen.
And I made things. Lots of things. Like this cake.
That time has temporarily been put to rest seeing as the thought of washing a dish now brings me close to tears.
Nothing (I tell you, NOTHING) seems at all worth the effort of cooking.
Seriously, I am giving myself major high fives over here for the new garbage bag and the loaded dishwasher.
Small victories, right?
And now it's time to do a little catch-up.
The past couple months have consisted of the following:
Our 1-Year Anniversary (hence the cake)
Basketball injury for Josh, resulting in surgery and a 3 month recovery
A weekend of surgery recovery, combined with throwing a bridal shower, babysitting a 6-year old with the flu and realizing just how truly, very pregnant I'd become
Wedding preparations for Josh's cousin's reception
Stairs. Lots and lots of stairs.
Busted car radiator and efforts to replace it by ourselves (still in progress)
Josh's sweet sister coming home from her 18-month mission!
And leaving 3 days later for BYU :(
Watching my feet fluctuate between bulbous and elephant-like
Choosing career paths and correlating grad schools to apply to for next Fall
Fun new design projects
Complete indulgence at the Minnesota State Fair- chocolate dipped fried cheesecake on a stick, anyone?
Having my first proud mama moment at my midwife appt when she told me that baby girl had switched positions and gone head down in preparation for delivery!
Playing the "what if I went into labor right NOW?" game with myself
Spending as much quality time as I can with Josh
Needless to say it has been quite the summer, and I'm thinking that the Fall and I are going to get along splendidly this year.
Amidst all of the hubbub lately, I have been really prone to looking back as we close the chapter of our first year and open this new one, beginning with the arrival of our sweet girl.
This is a picture of us at a friend's wedding a year ago, just 2 weeks fresh from the altar.
We talked the other day about those first few weeks of marriage- being dirt poor, driving all over the country, and coming home to an apartment in desperate need of repairs.
We really had so many adventures that I love looking back on.
And now it's been a year since then and we can't even believe how much change life has brought us in such a short amount of time.
But I always want to remember, in the midst of all the busy, crazy and new, how much fun and happiness I have with this person and our life together.
I don't know that I can say there's nothing I would change about it, because I can definitely think of a few purchases made and arguments had that seem pretty silly now. But I am just so glad for the the many moments whispered to my heart that say,
"And this is why you married him."
A sweet answer like that to an un-asked question is one of my favorite parts of being married.
The small moments that culminate and eventually overwhelm you when you're not expecting it.
I'm just happy to have more years and moments to look forward to.