One Year

Though the time has seemed to go by both very quickly and very slowly, I truly can't believe that Mark and I married one whole year ago today. When I got up this morning, there was a present waiting for me (Barcelona travel guides) and a beautiful card. The Prof made sweet and savory crepes for breakfast, accompanied by carrot orange juice and cappuccinos.

After taking The Boys for a long walk and relaxing a bit at home, until it was time to exchange prezzies. Since one year = paper, I got Mark a framed Boston poster from Ork but thenhe really knocked the gift giving out of the park with:

I am published! (And, oh well, I guess the world now knows my "true" name, although did I ever really write anything requiring anonymity?) For the past month, my totally amazing and sentimental husband has been spending hours and hours secretly laying out the first year of this blog into a Blurb book.  And although I never realized this fact, in the dedication to Blogorelli: Volume One, he points out that I began this blog on what would be our wedding date six years later -- September 19, 2003. I like to think that's some kind of kismet.

We finished off the night with dinner at Ten Tables (greeted with complimentary glasses of champagne) and a few bites of our defrosted wedding cake (which did not withstand the freezing process very gracefully.) I can't lie and say this first year of marriage has been easy; we navigated a lot of difficult times that I will likely never write about here. I do think, though, that the trials have made us and our union stronger, and the good times sweeter. Dare I say that I mightn't have made it through year one of wifey life with anyone besides my dear husband?

Mark, thank you for always being there, and being you. Here's to the first of many more years of adventures.

 

Comments

[aclassicgirl]

You did it!

Now go do more.

:D

[jerri]

Wow-so beautiful! Thank you so much for posting. I loved reading this. I love you both so much! Miss you.

[the polish princess]

Congratulations!