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“Full As A Tick” @ Webster House 7.17

by Erin

I’ll tell ya – having this quart of Oberweis’ “SUPER PREMIUM CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM” sure does help me feel better about forgetting to cancel / adjust my delivery this week which has 2 gallons of deliciously unnecessary milk in my fridge.

The kids are at their respective other biological parent’s while we seemingly honeymoon – which looks like the continuation of an Avengers marathon, an enviable selection of beer in the fridge, and – well – a lot of milk atop busy work weeks and cleaning / purging / prepping the house.

David will have you know: this is *not* our honeymoon.

But we *are* freshly married and it is sweet like honey and we are coming up on a new moon which seem to be all the ingredients of a “meet cue” where the two of us meet our marriage and enter the rest of our life.

One must also consider we are still in the middle of a global pandemic. As most surely understand: the limitations are real and the reality of different as normal is weird.

“Got your mask, babe?”

‘Got it, babe”…. tucks hand sanitizer in bag and heads out to stock up on beer… again…

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Looking at David “as my husband” is new and different and encouraging. I feel lucky in a lot of ways.

I have always been one to try and grow and change – but this has me really pushing myself to get rid of ideas and bins of Christmas decorations, mediocre children’s artwork (no offense, kids) and dried herbs from trips to California.

We have a lot of work to do to get ready for the kids. Streamlined everything, fresh paint, clean floors, a basement lounge room. With the pandemic going on, we can’t have a painting party and – in a lot of ways – the celebration of our marriage and blending and soon to be housewarming is subtle and ours.

I miss people being a part of my life and milestones, but I think the universe is playing this hard beautifully. I can follow my introvert husband’s lead with very little distraction from the outside world.

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The movie is on and Director Fury is about to get smoked so…

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Scene was intense – bad guy is freaking us out . We decided to pause it and get Chik Filet. In the car at the moment and David is loving the quiet streets and finds the fact that Chik Filet is open till 10p “uplifting”.

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Side note – we have actually been eating well. I made cauliflower buffalo bites and lemon orzo soup (two new recipes). My friend Mia taught me a salad made with cashews, crumbled goat cheese, avocado, cherry tomatoes, a little white onion and lemon juice / olive oil. But, yeah…. we are getting chicken sandwiches and neither of us are hungry.

We are, I guess you could say, “eating for sport”.

This post has the potential to go on forever so let me ask David (who is currently humming the 1812 overture at the moment) what my last line should be…

<drumroll>

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“And here we go round again”, he says.

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It seems he was thinking too much about it. Let me try again.

***

“Sometimes you need some good fixins”, he says.

We’ll take it. :)

What It’s Like to Be Married @ Last Day in Bellingham w/ All 5 Kids 7.10.20

by ErinLeave a Comment on What It’s Like to Be Married @ Last Day in Bellingham w/ All 5 Kids 7.10.20

When people say “pretty much the same” in response to the question “how is married life?” or “what is it like to be married?” I understand what that means. For me, however, I am married (for the second time in my life) and my answer to this question is really super freaking simple:

Good.

It’s good to be married.

When David and I first started dating (when we first started falling in love, actually – as undeniably these were simultaneous), I wrote a song called “I Choose You”.

The premise of the song is also really super simple: I wish you would tell me you love and never will leave me BUT I’m grown enough to realize a) you may be figuring that out still and b) you might choose to leave so – in the meantime – I will meditate on the fact that (no matter what the future holds) you choose me now and – *more importantly to those early days in relationships* I choose you now, equally.

Married life is good because it is the trustworthy fruition of that early “freedom to discover”. We are married not because I asked him to promise me something or led him to trust me first while he figured it out. Or because I unabashedly threw myself at the chance of love and acceptance without the mission critical work of loving and accepting myself in order to *then* throw myself at love.

We are married because not only did we choose each other to get to know, we chose to continually choose each other and get to know each other.

I chose to continue to choose David even when my most critical thoughts are present.

I chose to continue to choose David because he is so handsome and makes me laugh and allows me my me-ness when I clean, don’t clean, cook, don’t cook, and watch Avengers movies. He allows me to ask for “what happens next” equal to how he allows himself to not get annoyed, pat my leg and say “just watch.”

We navigated getting to know each other with equal parts curiosity and self containment. We were both interested and selfish. Both open minded and aware of our root values. Both. And. Both. And.

This is Union. This is Yoga. This is Marriage.

Being married is good. :)

 

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This picture is my favorite and makes me SO excited to get our next round of pics of our super causal PNW COVID wedding!

“In my opinion” – 7.7.20 front seat of the truck, Fairhaven

by ErinLeave a Comment on “In my opinion” – 7.7.20 front seat of the truck, Fairhaven

David doesn’t want a bite of my cookie because it’s a sugar cookie with rainbow sprinkles and “sprinkles are stupid”.

In more extreme moments of rejecting desserts with rainbow sprinkles, he has offered to me rationales such like sprinkles are “pointless” and “from the devil”.

(lol)

It’s funny because he is mildly serious when he says these things. He really won’t eat a bite of the perfectly balanced buttered cookie with that delicate sprinkle crunch.

“Crunch?” He interrogates my description, “Walnuts give you crunch, not *ssprheenkles*.”

He annunciates “sprinkles” with an emphasis on the H that isn’t in it to begin with and a draw at the end that makes it sound like he is swallowing the word.

“In my opinion…” he continues, “a proper cookie…”

And I smile. “In my opinion”.

Praise the Lord, he knows that everything out of his mouth about proper cookies is in his opinion.

“You’re entitled to yours” he offers, generously.

I laugh. I know. And as I accept that he, like Ellen, really doesn’t like sprinkles. I know he respects the fact that I find complete joy in them.

The beauty that neither of us is right except right by ourselves, is a treasure. I have had friendships where this was not the case: “In my opinion” was a Fox News fact… cause for endless debate.

He is ordering a poké bowl now from a go to dinner spot. I had a banana walnut ice cream cone for dinner (omg it was good…) and I had a half of this cookie…

…see, don’t you want a bite?