Tag: love and marriage

  • Love Story

    Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to be a nurse. In order to achieve this goal she quit her full-time job, enrolled in school, and began working a few hours a week at an office that offered her flexible hours. She happened to be dating a boy, long-distance, who she was no longer in love with and, in fact, she wasn’t sure she ever really was to begin with. The problem was that this boy was decidedly in love with her, and was making plans to move to her city. When she began her new part-time job she was slowly coming to the realization that she didn’t need to stay in this relationship for loyalty’s sake.

    In the office where this girl now worked, there was a man. The two of them were casually acquainted with each other because his younger brother happened to be one of the girl’s best friends in high school. They immediately struck up an easy friendship. Unbeknownst to the girl, this man was pursuing her as more than just a friend. And unbeknownst to him, the girl wasn’t “single” as she appeared, since she had never mentioned anything otherwise.

    Until one day, she did. Before the Thanksgiving holidays, she mentioned that her boyfriend was coming into town. He was fascinated. They had a long conversation about her relationship with this boy, and the man left feeling, ironically, closer to the girl than ever before.

    When she returned to work the week after the holidays, she shared with the man that she had broken up with her boyfriend, a horrendous ordeal that she was overjoyed to have behind her. Two days later, she was in the file room when he approached her and asked her out. In his mind she had only been dating someone for a week, when in reality it had been over a year. She was caught off guard. On one hand, she was drained from the relationship that had just ended, but on the other hand she thought that she might have fun getting to know this man. She asked him if she could think about it. He took that as a negative.

    Instead, they continued to become better friends. She began spending entire days with him and his family on the weekends. Although she still had some concerns about getting into a relationship, she finally let him take her out. Things progressed slowly for a short while, and then she let her nerves get the best of her. On a Friday night she told him that she could only be friends for now. She wasn’t ready.

    The following week was difficult, as they had to work together. But the man proved his worth by still being just as good a friend as ever to her. During the next month the two of them continued to talk, and her interest in him continued to grow. She had long conversations with her two best friends, both of who encouraged her to give him a chance. One weekend she went to his house with a group of people for a game night. They sat next to each other, and she let his leg touch hers. Her stomach did a flip, which both surprised and excited her.

    A few days later he invited her over to watch a movie. As they watched, his dog sat in between them and they both petted her. Their fingers touched. He asked her if he could hold her hand. She hesitated. He told her it wouldn’t mean anything except that he was holding her hand. She smiled and said yes. She didn’t know it at the time, but her heart had been won.

  • Anniversary Week

    Words can never tell you, however, — form them, transform them anyway, — how perfectly dear you are to me — perfectly dear to my heart and soul.

    I look back, and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence — you have been entirely perfect to me — I would not change one word, one look.

    -Robert Browning, to Elizabeth Barrett

    At the end of this week, on October 3rd, my husband and I will have been married for exactly one year. In honor of that milestone, this week my posts will be one big celebration of our relationship. Happy anniversary week to us!

  • On Being A Wife

    My husband and I have been married almost a year. Although I’m not planning on trading in my scrubs and stethoscope anytime soon, I have this crazy idea that I can be both a full-time, successful nurse and a fantastic, domestic wife. In my mind that means everything from keeping the house clean, doing chores, cooking frequent meals, budgeting and saving money, decorating the house, entertaining, and gardening to birthing babies and keeping my husband happy.

    In some of those areas I am quite deficient, which bothers me if I’m honest with myself. So yesterday, my day off, I resolved to be the perfect housewife.

    First there were the four piles of dog vomit that needed to be cleaned. Step One: pick up the bulk and throw it away. Step Two: vacuum the dry pieces left behind. Step Three: spray with pet stain remover and forget about it for hours on end. Step Four: drizzle with water and scrub. Step Five: blot dry. I’m sure you have all been dying to know that information your whole life.

    Then there was dinner to prepare for. I found this recipe for spicy meatballs in creamy beef broth and was bound and determined to make it happen. I spent an hour or so on the prep and then they were in the Crockpot cooking away. Later on I cleaned the house, paid some bills, and was just settling down to read when David came home. After some last minute preparations we ate dinner together (success) and I asked him how his day at work was. Then he took a nap and I read.

    But the crucial part of the day came when I went to see Julie & Julia with my mom. It was a great movie that we both loved, and it affected me on several levels. Most obviously, it encouraged me to cook more. It also made me want to continue to be devoted to my blog while adhering to personal boundaries. I could write an entire post about either of those subjects.

    But one thing that especially stood out to me in the movie was how these two women had amazing husbands. I kept expecting something to go very wrong with their relationships like it usually does in movies, but it never did. This movie made me want to be a great wife, and I don’t mean by cooking elaborate meals.

    I’ve been married for almost eleven months, and I am trying to learn how to cook, decorate my house, live on a budget, and hopefully even birth some babies along the way while balancing my vocation as a nurse. This blog is in large part a record of those things. But most importantly, I just want to love my husband. I want to love him better all the time. Lucky for me, he’s quite lovable.

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  • How To Start Your Wife’s Day Off Right

    This morning when I woke up (yes, at 4:30 a.m. as usual) I immediately headed for the bathroom per my routine, and the first thing I saw on the counter was a note for me from my husband on top of Mariah Carey’s first CD. David had just shared with me the other day that this was one of the first three CD’s he bought as a teenager, a fact that I proceeded to tease him about. (The other two were Metallica and Boyz II Men…ha.) The note talked about how he wanted to share it with me since I never really listened to Mariah Carey, and some other really great mushy stuff that I just LOVED, but will be keeping to myself. :)

    Then when I went to wake him up to say goodbye, per my routine, instead of turning over and telling me he loves me or reaching out to give me a hug, he looked me straight in the eyes as if he was totally awake and said:

    “If you put me back to sleep right now there’s a really good chance that I’ll be able to pop popcorn in my mouth.”

    Of course, I burst into subdued laughter. Sleep talk is hilarious. I asked him, “Do you know why you just said that, love?”

    “Yes. Because I turn into a fried chicken. On the outside.”

    Someone must have gone to sleep without dinner.

  • Wedding Pictures: Better Late Than Never!

    Many of you have probably seen these pictures already, but if you haven’t I wanted to share them. The reason why they’re so late is because a) it took a few months for me to get the digital copies in the mail, b) then my website quit working, and c) since then I’ve just forgotten about it.

    My photographer was Christine Tremoulet. You can view more of the pictures on Flickr, but in the meantime here are some of my very favorites!

    (Legal stuff: all photographs by Christine Tremoulet. Copyright 2008, all rights reserved.)

    veilingMy very good friend Emily, who also did my hair, puts on my veil.

    prayer
    My best friends in the world pray for me. One of the sweetest moments of my life.

    bride-waiting
    I wait, alone, to walk down the aisle. Surreal.

    dad-kiss
    A last private kiss from dad before he gives me away.

    groom-sees-bride
    David sees me for the first time that day.

    parents
    My wonderful parents.

    hug
    So happy to be marrying him.

    recessional
    We’re husband and wife!

    first-dance
    First dance.

    rings
    Our rings.

    Despite the changes (i.e. living in four different places before buying a house of our own) and difficulties (i.e. David’s medical problems) we’ve encountered these first months of our marriage, I know that I would marry him every day for the rest of my life. No one else could love me like he does.