Another reason for my lack of posts lately is that I've been prepping for my cousin Christina's wedding to her fiance, Mike. There's something so innocent about a wedding. Something so fascinating about bearing witness as a couple is on the brink of starting a brand new chapter in their life. They haven't been tainted yet by the everyday hum drum and routine of married life and little "quirks" of their partner.
I may not always sing Andy's praises, but I'm very happy in my marriage and I know that people say, "marriage is a lot of work" and it's not that I completely disagree with that. It does take work to keep lines of communication open, to keep the trust, and to be able to work out differences as they arise, but it doesn't feel like work to me. It's not like I'm trudging away at my marriage like I would at a full time job. I love being married to Andy. He's super duper helpful in that he's very hands on with Isabella, does bath time, plays with her, takes her places, gets her dressed (although he leaves the hair to me). He's also really on point with helping me. He sets up my coffee and will help me make my lunch and any time my car is making a weird noise he always takes care of it.
I'm a lucky girl and I don't forget that.
I'm not saying he's perfect, he's obsessed with football, probably drinks too much beer, his indoor voice sounds like an outside voice, and you have to
nag gently remind him to do things, but I'm not perfect either.
We both try. We both call each other out when we need to (I'm better at this than he is). We love each other.
I hope that Christina and Mike get through the "bumpiness" of the first year and find a deep and long lasting happiness.
|She was such a gorgeous bride|
|Me and Andy at the church. I'm not a fan of jeans in church, but that's just me|
|Me, my sister, and my dad|
|Most of the lovely bridal party|
|Me and my cousin Christie|