Super-versary: 4 Years!

Adam and I were laughing the other day at the fact that we’ve only been married 4 years, yet we sit in separate recliners in the living room, sleep with a pillow barricade between us in our king-sized bed, and spend 2-3 nights per week away from eachother. I think a lot of people would look at us and say “well that’s a loveless way to live!”…

They would be so, so wrong.

I frequently think about how much I love my life: my job, my family, my dog, my house, my baby, my husband… and my MARRIAGE. Sure, Adam doesn’t clean as much as I’d like him to, and he generates more laundry than an army, and he often forgets what I’ve just said as it’s coming out of my mouth, but we have a wonderful, wonderful life. He is thoughtful, and funny, and incredibly sincere, and protective in all the right ways, and ohhhhh my gosh does he love me.

Sure, we argue. About money, housework, jobs, parenting, the dog, family, whether or not some B-list celebrity was in some movie from the 80’s… but we have grown so much in our 7+ years together that we now know the most important thing about arguments – how to end them (and every year, we get closer to figuring out how not to begin them).

Adam and I learn from each and every relationship in our lives – our parents, our grandparents, our friends, our siblings, our aunts and uncles and cousins – they have all taught us something valuable to incorporate into our own relationship. I know that there are really only two people who make up a marriage, but I also believe that support plays a valuable role in the success of a marriage. We have the mose incredible support system – and I thank you ALL for that.

Our marriage is successful because we LOVE. We respect. We think. We forgive. We don’t walk away. We hug and kiss. We compromise. We compliment. We trust. We apologize. We consult. We accept. We laugh. We laugh even more. We wrestle and tickle. We support. We surprise. We pray. And we LOVE.

I just spent the last 45 minutes going through pictures of our life together, and I was brought to tears more than once. Adam has enriched my life more than he will ever know, and I am so, so thankful that God gave him to me.

Now… a little wedding anecdote for you, and then I’ll send you on with your day.

On the very same day I became a Superwife… I was also dubbed a “Superfreak.” I had chosen the song “September” by Earth, Wind & Fire for Adam and I to walk back up the aisle to once we were pronounced husband and wife. It was an inside joke, and I couldn’t wait to see his face when he heard the song.

When the moment came for us to actually turn around, face all of our family and friends, and walk back up that wedding aisle… my DJ accidentally blasted “Super Freak” by Rick James.  So instead of getting a kick out of my little inside joke, I saw confused (and definitely amused) expressions on everyone’s faces as I paraded back up that aisle to the words “SHE’S A VERY KINKY GIIRRRRRRLLLL”!

And to this day, that is absolutely one of the funniest memories from our wedding. Unplanned, but hilarious! :)

So, to my Superhubby, happy 4th anniversary! Love love love you.

 

 

Sorry I’ve been unavailable, I’m folding socks…

I wrote a while back about how I don’t do Adam’s laundry… stop judging me, he’s a dude and his laundry is gross. And he generates like, seven times as much dirty clothing as I do so if I did his laundry I’d be doing laundry all day every damn day.

Anyway, I was feeling nice recently (no idea why) and while he was gone for the weekend I decided I’d surprise him by getting his MOUNTAIN of smelly clothes all clean and put away (you know now that I think about it, I might not actually have been feeling nice, but actually super-annoyed that I couldn’t walk through our bedroom…).

You guys, I’d just like to give you an idea of  how long it’s been since Adam actually operated the washing machine. Here is a breakdown of all of the separate categories of clothing – each which constituted a FULL load of laundry – I had to lay out before I even started this chore: 

1. boxers

2. white socks

3. hunting socks

4. button-up work shirts

5. fleece pants

6. waffle shirts (long-john material)

7. orange t-shirts

8. dark t-shirts

9. white t-shirts

10. jeans

11. weird materials (workout shirts, nylon, underarmour, etc.)

12. cargo shorts

13. sweatshirts/sweatpants

14. miscellaneous color load

Okay… I know who I married, so I’m not particularly surprised by most of this, but who the heck has an entire load of dirty hunting socks??? Or really, an entire load of orange t-shirts?

 OR FOURTEEN F***ING LOADS OF LAUNDRY IN GENERAL??

Aaaaaaaand now I’ve retreated blissfully back into my “no man-laundry” rule after a weekend spent folding laundry gave me carpal-tunnel. Next time you see my husband, tell him his socks look clean.

Baby Anxiety

This was originally posted on jennyfast.com in February 2009, when we had just made the decision to start trying for a baby. That was almost exactly one year before we actually got pregnant with Ellie… and I do still worry a little sometimes that I’m not capable of teaching her how to talk, or read, or anything for that matter!

Okay… I have to preface this post by mentioning that when this conversation too place I was:

a.)totally PMSing and

b.)drunk

I thought that our Valentine dinner at Orso would be an appropriate place to bring up my baby anxiety, since we’ve been discussing the issue of kids lately. So we’re having a GREAT night, we’re laughing and happy and lovey, and I start in with this:

Me: So, are we sure we’re ready?

Adam: Yep (he’s so succinct)

Me: Like really? Because it’ll probably change us.

Adam: It won’t. We’ll live just like we do now but with a kid!

Me: Ok but what if we resent eachother?

Adam: Are you retarded? We won’t.

Me: What if I suck? I read that whole pregnancy book yesterday, and it said I can’t have sugar or aspirin or anything! I don’t know anything about kids!

Adam: I’m not worried one little bit. You’re going to be such a great mommy Jen, stop being silly.

Me: But what if i’m terrible? What if I drop it? What if I’m too protective? What if I feed it something wrong? What if it has terrible grammar?

Adam: Impossible.

Me: BUT I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TEACH SOMEONE HOW TO TALK!!

At this point Adam laughed at me uncontrollably, while I giggled and cried. Then this morning when he was kissing me goodbye before he left for work, he woke me up to tell me I’m going to be a good mommy.

I SO love my husband.

Also, don’t ask because I’m not pregnant. Just thinking about it. :)

Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?

Today is my two-year wedding anniversary! Adam and I have been together 5 years, married for 2, and we’ve known eachother for 13. 

I have NEVER complained about his gifting skills because, frankly, he gives great presents! He’s never bought me an ugly piece of jewelry,  he knows what lingerie I like and we both love fishing and camping so of course he knows how to pick out that kind of stuff. So, I always expect that his gifts will be great but I never expect much presentation (“boys don’t like to wrap!!”)

TODAY, however… he managed to surprised me. I wasn’t even sure if we were exchanging gifts, since we didn’t last year (we were fishing last year on the Kenai). Yesterday I picked him up a cool AK-49 tshirt and a new bird-hunting wii game (Remington: BirdHunt!), then cautiously let him know that I did in fact get him something for our anniversary (just in case he needed time to go out and get something). He just smiled and said “okay”.

When he got home from work this afternoon, he thrust a cute pink gift bag into my hands and told me to open it (and he looked really excited). I was also instructed to open the card last. This is what I found:

“Cotton to Smell” (candle)

“Cotton to Wear” (socks)

“Cotton to BURN!” (moohlah!)

My god, he knows me SO WELL!! :) So, apparently, my newly creative husband actually took the time to look up and find out that the traditional second anniversary gift is — you guessed it — COTTON. Then he coordinated a WONDERFUL present around that theme… I am SO IMPRESSED! And for those of you who were wondering… money is made of cotton. He told me he remembered that from the movie National Treasure! :) 

YAY for new tricks! Happy anniversary to my fabulous husband who knows just how to light up my day.  :)