Today, I was reading an article about a 14 year old right wing prodigy. He has written two books on conservatism and even a play. At nine years old, in a Conservative Political Action Conference speech, he oulined 4 conservative fundamentals: constitutional regard, respect for life, less government, and personal responsibility. Now please explain to me why this kid can figure all that out, but the rest of the world struggles?? He's my new hero.
http://specials.msn.com/A-List/Jonathan-Krohn.aspx?cp-searchtext=Jonathan%20Krohn
According to one study, people become more liberal as they age. If this is the case, they need to lower the minimum age to become president. I'm thinking that would solve a few problems.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happy Loooooove Day
It's Valentine's Day! I don't care who you are, single or taken, young or old, EVERYBODY loves somebody!! SO this is a day we can all celebrate. I know, I know, LOTS of people don't appreciate this day because it tends to be geared towards those who have a significant other. Well I'm here to tell you, I have a significant other and he doesn't care much about this holiday. I don't get flowers every year or candy or a heartfelt card...nada. BUT, I still love this holiday. I love to see everyone else full of love towards whoever!
You don't have to be in a relationship to be happy and you don't have to have a significant other to be loved! SO to all you Valentine's Day haters out there, remember that somewhere, someone loves you. :)
You don't have to be in a relationship to be happy and you don't have to have a significant other to be loved! SO to all you Valentine's Day haters out there, remember that somewhere, someone loves you. :)
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Wiped
Its Valentine's Day weekend and I'm spending the whole weekend at work. It wouldn't be so bad, but working nights, I sleep all day and then leave for work just as brad is getting home so I barely see him. As its the weekend he might be home earlier and I might get to see him more than I usually do on the nights I work, but working nights is really starting to become a drag. I'm totally wiped out all the time it feels like. I spend my days off trying to play catch up with laundry and housework and misc other stuff, that by the time I get done with that it barely feels like a day off! My mom always says, "welcome to the real world, Em" which is true. I'm sure everyone feels that way, but I can't explain the difference with working nights. Its so irregular.
I don't usually work 3 days in a row so I sleep the day of that I'm going to go into work. Then i work 12 hours and then I come home and sleep. Then if I have that night off, I have to try to sleep at night so I'm not sleeping that whole next day. So then I have that day off and I'm still tired cause I didn't sleep the best the night before because i'm all off on if I'm sleeping days/nights and then i crash at night and then I have to sleep all that next day because I go into work that night! LOL i'm sure that sounds completely confusing and ridiculous but thats my life!
You just never know if you're coming or going and its worse right now as its completely crazy busy at work. Its just run, run, run.
THE ONE thing I can say for working nights, is that I have learned to appreciate my bed in a way I NEVER have before. When its 0630 and I know that I'm going to be home in 30 minutes, I am literally SOOO excited to get to crawl into my bed. I mean I can not wait for it.
I'm hoping for a day job somewhere. The only thing is that almost everywhere you work, you start out on nights, so if I went somewhere else, I'd have to start all over again. And I don't know if I want to stay here... Oh decisions, decisions...
I don't usually work 3 days in a row so I sleep the day of that I'm going to go into work. Then i work 12 hours and then I come home and sleep. Then if I have that night off, I have to try to sleep at night so I'm not sleeping that whole next day. So then I have that day off and I'm still tired cause I didn't sleep the best the night before because i'm all off on if I'm sleeping days/nights and then i crash at night and then I have to sleep all that next day because I go into work that night! LOL i'm sure that sounds completely confusing and ridiculous but thats my life!
You just never know if you're coming or going and its worse right now as its completely crazy busy at work. Its just run, run, run.
THE ONE thing I can say for working nights, is that I have learned to appreciate my bed in a way I NEVER have before. When its 0630 and I know that I'm going to be home in 30 minutes, I am literally SOOO excited to get to crawl into my bed. I mean I can not wait for it.
I'm hoping for a day job somewhere. The only thing is that almost everywhere you work, you start out on nights, so if I went somewhere else, I'd have to start all over again. And I don't know if I want to stay here... Oh decisions, decisions...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I'm not sure I understand this..
When I first started blogging, it seemed like a fairly simple concept. I would write about my life and people would read it.
Well, already there are a few problems with this.
One being that people don't read it. I suppose thats not a huge issue as the main purpose for me for writing this is to document my life, my feelings, and my thoughts (I also just like the sound of typing--seriously) and if no one else wants to learn about those things, I'm okay with that.
My second problem is that I'm not sure I'm doing this right. After doing some research on blogging, apparently a blog is supposed to influence people somehow. You're supposed to have commentators and marketing and advertisements and designs and polls and auctions and surveys and podcasts and niches. I don't have these things. I also am not very creative, patient, or elaborate. I don't put up pictures or videos. I rarely attach links. In fact, I rarely write about anything of importance. I was googling (can I link that? should I?) "creative blog topics" and this is what I came up with: "Making marketplaces for Media Makers". I don't even know what that means. Is that what other people write about?
I'm so far behind in these things. I feel like my grandparents. I thought I was up on what was "in" with technology.
Hmm.
Apparently not.
My parents always said it would happen.
Well, already there are a few problems with this.
One being that people don't read it. I suppose thats not a huge issue as the main purpose for me for writing this is to document my life, my feelings, and my thoughts (I also just like the sound of typing--seriously) and if no one else wants to learn about those things, I'm okay with that.
My second problem is that I'm not sure I'm doing this right. After doing some research on blogging, apparently a blog is supposed to influence people somehow. You're supposed to have commentators and marketing and advertisements and designs and polls and auctions and surveys and podcasts and niches. I don't have these things. I also am not very creative, patient, or elaborate. I don't put up pictures or videos. I rarely attach links. In fact, I rarely write about anything of importance. I was googling (can I link that? should I?) "creative blog topics" and this is what I came up with: "Making marketplaces for Media Makers". I don't even know what that means. Is that what other people write about?
I'm so far behind in these things. I feel like my grandparents. I thought I was up on what was "in" with technology.
Hmm.
Apparently not.
My parents always said it would happen.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
My Children Will Do it Differently
I have all these ideas, goals, thoughts, plans for my life. Maybe I should say had. Don't get me wrong. I don't view my life as a failure, lost, or over by any means. I'm happy with where I am and who I've become....for the most part. I believe that I came to a crossroads and somewhere down the road I chose, I gave up on a few things.
I'm not even entirely sure which dreams I gave up on. Before I met Brad, I was a little lost. I had plans, goals.. I suppose. I don't know if they were dreams. The life I wanted with Brad just couldn't sync with the the goals I had previously set. Brad will always live and farm in Lytton. Nothing will ever take him away from that. That really is his dream so I could never ask him to leave, and as I'm not sure I ever even had a dream, I don't think its fair for me to ask him to leave for any less.
I think I'm a realist. Maybe even part pessimist and when you throw in my lovely habit of being self deprecating, what you get is a bar that is consistently set low. As a 4 year old, I was going to be the head coach of the Oakland (then LA) Raiders. As time passed, I began to see that this was, while possible, certainly not probable. It seemed to be a childhood fancy, and I moved on to more professional, appropriate goals. As I love to argue, being a lawyer seemed like a worthy field. Was it a passion? Arguing, yes. Law, no, but as far as money, and a career, it seemed like a good idea. Eventually, during my sophomore year of highschool I jobshadowed at the Omaha zoo. I loved everything about it. It was an amazing experience and seemed to be something I could really get into. The schooling however, was going to be a problem. 8 years of school to be an exotic animal vet wasn't really something I could get excited about. I didn't think I had it in me. Another small setback was that I had dreamed (yes this one actually was a dream) of going to the University of Iowa for as long as I could remember, and as Iowa didn't have a veterinary medicine program, eventually I would have had to transfer. That seemed to be a minor thing though, so off to the University of Iowa I went. I failed miserably (in the figurative sense--literally, as far as my grades, I did okay). I missed home, and I just couldn't find my groove. Graduating seemed like such a pipe dream. It was like this vague term that seemed impossible. I became extremely overwhelmed, discouraged, and frustrated. My second year at Iowa, I met Brad (the LOVE of my life), and my "dream" of being a vet, fell to the wayside. Brad became what was important. He would never, I mean NEVER, leave Lytton and farming, and I wanted to be where he was. That was what was important. After transferring to 3, yes 3, junior colleges, I finally graduated from ICCC, with an associates degree in nursing. It's funny to me now, how easy it is to say that. A couple years ago, I would have cringed from admitting to "junior college", "associates degree", and the thought of 4 colleges in 3 years. I'm not sure why now it's not so bitter. It no longer leaves that lump in my chest or turns my cheeks 3 shades of red. Nursing was never my dream, either. It still isn't. Its a job, one that I can be passionate about at times. One that can be rewarding and also draining as well.
I think now, (better late than never) that I'm beginning to realize, that dreams don't have to be a career. It doesn't have to be achievements and awards or money and prestige or glamour. Dreams can be happiness. Dreams can be love. My biggest dream is children. I dream of having children that have the courage to be who they want to be and do what they want to do, no matter what other people say. I dream of making a difference in other people's lives no matter how big or small that may be. I dream of peace. Not world peace (well I do, but...), peace of mind. Being at peace with who I am and what I have to offer. I dream of finding contentment and confidence with my decisions. Its a work in progress. :)
I haven't always been overly proud of the journey I've taken. It always seemed to be the lazy, cowardly way of thinking/doing. I made so many mistakes, but now, 6 (almost 7--YIKES!) years out of highschool, I can (for the most part) take a deep breath and own who I am. God has blessed me with so many things, and while I definitely have much to learn, I do know that life is funny. It can surprise you, quite often, in fact, and that is okay with me. :)
I'm not even entirely sure which dreams I gave up on. Before I met Brad, I was a little lost. I had plans, goals.. I suppose. I don't know if they were dreams. The life I wanted with Brad just couldn't sync with the the goals I had previously set. Brad will always live and farm in Lytton. Nothing will ever take him away from that. That really is his dream so I could never ask him to leave, and as I'm not sure I ever even had a dream, I don't think its fair for me to ask him to leave for any less.
I think I'm a realist. Maybe even part pessimist and when you throw in my lovely habit of being self deprecating, what you get is a bar that is consistently set low. As a 4 year old, I was going to be the head coach of the Oakland (then LA) Raiders. As time passed, I began to see that this was, while possible, certainly not probable. It seemed to be a childhood fancy, and I moved on to more professional, appropriate goals. As I love to argue, being a lawyer seemed like a worthy field. Was it a passion? Arguing, yes. Law, no, but as far as money, and a career, it seemed like a good idea. Eventually, during my sophomore year of highschool I jobshadowed at the Omaha zoo. I loved everything about it. It was an amazing experience and seemed to be something I could really get into. The schooling however, was going to be a problem. 8 years of school to be an exotic animal vet wasn't really something I could get excited about. I didn't think I had it in me. Another small setback was that I had dreamed (yes this one actually was a dream) of going to the University of Iowa for as long as I could remember, and as Iowa didn't have a veterinary medicine program, eventually I would have had to transfer. That seemed to be a minor thing though, so off to the University of Iowa I went. I failed miserably (in the figurative sense--literally, as far as my grades, I did okay). I missed home, and I just couldn't find my groove. Graduating seemed like such a pipe dream. It was like this vague term that seemed impossible. I became extremely overwhelmed, discouraged, and frustrated. My second year at Iowa, I met Brad (the LOVE of my life), and my "dream" of being a vet, fell to the wayside. Brad became what was important. He would never, I mean NEVER, leave Lytton and farming, and I wanted to be where he was. That was what was important. After transferring to 3, yes 3, junior colleges, I finally graduated from ICCC, with an associates degree in nursing. It's funny to me now, how easy it is to say that. A couple years ago, I would have cringed from admitting to "junior college", "associates degree", and the thought of 4 colleges in 3 years. I'm not sure why now it's not so bitter. It no longer leaves that lump in my chest or turns my cheeks 3 shades of red. Nursing was never my dream, either. It still isn't. Its a job, one that I can be passionate about at times. One that can be rewarding and also draining as well.
I think now, (better late than never) that I'm beginning to realize, that dreams don't have to be a career. It doesn't have to be achievements and awards or money and prestige or glamour. Dreams can be happiness. Dreams can be love. My biggest dream is children. I dream of having children that have the courage to be who they want to be and do what they want to do, no matter what other people say. I dream of making a difference in other people's lives no matter how big or small that may be. I dream of peace. Not world peace (well I do, but...), peace of mind. Being at peace with who I am and what I have to offer. I dream of finding contentment and confidence with my decisions. Its a work in progress. :)
I haven't always been overly proud of the journey I've taken. It always seemed to be the lazy, cowardly way of thinking/doing. I made so many mistakes, but now, 6 (almost 7--YIKES!) years out of highschool, I can (for the most part) take a deep breath and own who I am. God has blessed me with so many things, and while I definitely have much to learn, I do know that life is funny. It can surprise you, quite often, in fact, and that is okay with me. :)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I miss you Grandpa..
I thought it would get easier. That maybe it would start to subside a little, or slowly ease away. I thought that the gaping hole there would start to close, but little things still bring me to the verge of tears and I can't make the hurt stop. Today, dad sent me two picture text messages. One was of grandma at her birthday and one was of grandpa recently. I can't remember where, but it was shortly before his death. I opened that text and it was like it all just quickly rose up in my throat and I couldn't stop it. I hate it. I hate it that he's gone. I hate that he's gone and it seems like it was something that was so easily prevented. It probably wasn't. It probably wasn't anything that aspirin or coumadin or anything could have stopped. But it seems like it. I feel like I let him down. I know thats silly. I shouldn't feel that way, but I feel like if I would have questioned his meds more, questioned his doctors at all, found something out. With a history of 1 serious stroke, shouldn't more have been done to prevent that? Its just things I torture myself with at night. I'm sure he was suffering so much more than any of us knew living at the nursing home and I'm sure he was ready to go. I shouldn't be selfish. I should accept it and be happy for him that he's with God. He lived a full, rewarding life. We all should be grateful for the time we spent with him, right?
I am. I am soo grateful, but that doesn't mean that it hurts less because of that. He was such an amazing spirit. I'm sure he still is. It just feels better to vent. It feels like I can connect to him this way. I remember goodbye. It hurt. A lot. Watching him go...I'll never forget it. I'm glad he's at peace. I pray that Grandma is too. She loves him and misses him so much.
I am. I am soo grateful, but that doesn't mean that it hurts less because of that. He was such an amazing spirit. I'm sure he still is. It just feels better to vent. It feels like I can connect to him this way. I remember goodbye. It hurt. A lot. Watching him go...I'll never forget it. I'm glad he's at peace. I pray that Grandma is too. She loves him and misses him so much.
ICE STORM!
For about the past 3 days, we have been suffering the ill effects of a horrible ice storm. It began raging across Iowa on Wed, and today (Saturday) we JUST got power back (hopefully) permanently! Its been a mess! Trees down everywhere, taking power lines down with them. Power line poles completely snapped in half also aren't helping electrical crews get things done any faster.
Our front step, sidewalk, and driveway are coated in several inches of ice and *knock on wood* i haven't fallen yet, so I'm grateful for that! :) I don't know if my poor back would be able to handle that. Although, on second thought... that would mean seeing super cute Dr. Meyer.....Nope, nope, not worth it. :)
Thank God for Greg and Tammy and their generator, otherwise, Brad and I would have been stuck at home with no power, no heat, no lights, no nothing! BRRRrrr!!
It's amazing how tough, challenging times like these bring out the best in people. All over town people have been banding together to help the elderly and those less fortunate who don't have the resources to stay warm or fed. Its heartwarming and again, it makes me truly proud to be part of such an amazing community.
Our front step, sidewalk, and driveway are coated in several inches of ice and *knock on wood* i haven't fallen yet, so I'm grateful for that! :) I don't know if my poor back would be able to handle that. Although, on second thought... that would mean seeing super cute Dr. Meyer.....Nope, nope, not worth it. :)
Thank God for Greg and Tammy and their generator, otherwise, Brad and I would have been stuck at home with no power, no heat, no lights, no nothing! BRRRrrr!!
It's amazing how tough, challenging times like these bring out the best in people. All over town people have been banding together to help the elderly and those less fortunate who don't have the resources to stay warm or fed. Its heartwarming and again, it makes me truly proud to be part of such an amazing community.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Happy Birthday to My Hubby
Today is also Brad's birthday. (okay yesterday was his birthday but I'm at work and its 2:00 in the morning so its pretty much still his birthday--not technically, but you get the point) Brad thinks birthdays are useless and doesn't remember anyone's (including his own--and mine!), so today went pretty much the same way it always does every year on this day. I called him to see how his day was going and he said fine and i said are you having a good birthday? And he said, "Just like every other day, Emily." Lol he thinks I'm like a child because I get excited about birthdays--and not just my own, everyone's! He doesn't get it, but just the same I'll continue to be really excited on his birthday and he can just be blah. Although this is the first year that I gave him a card and he actually read it. I always write this really long heartfelt card and he won't ever read it (in front of me anyways), I think because he gets embarrassed, but today he did. He said, "aww how special" Lol with that goofy grin on his face. Anyways Brad, not that you will EVER read this, but happy birthday and I love you!
HONEYMOON
So I never really blogged about our honeymoon!
Well in the first place, it was a complete surprise and total last minute decision. Monday morning, I slept it, as I was completely exhausted! Brad called me about noon and said, "hey..do you want to go to Florida tomorrow?" I was like, "What!??" Last I knew we had planned on going to South Dakota to buy cattle! But we just decided to take off and enjoy this time! Well we did!
Monday night we drove to Des moines and spent the night in a hotel. We flew out Tuesday morning at 6:30 and arrived in Orlando about 1ish.
We stayed at the Waldorf-Astoria and it was beautiful!! Totally gorgeous! The weather was amazing as well! The first day we went to the Boardwalk Inn (which is a Disney resort Brad stayed at years ago when he went to Disney World with his family--we wanted to stay there but as our trip was last minute, reservations were booked) and we walked along the boardwalk to Epcot. We got a three day park hopper pass so we started out there. We toured all the "countries", holding hands everywhere we went. :) Very romantic and very uncharacteristically brad (but I'm not complaining!).
Some of this I can't remember the exact details, but you'll get the general idea. That night we ate at a steak house (surprise --Brad asked nearly every person we saw where the best steakhouse was) called charlie's (which was incredible!) and then we watched the fireworks display at Epcot which was also romantic. :) We sat on the ground (as it was soooo crowded) and just took it all in...super sweet right? :)
So the next day I'm not really sure. We might have gone to sea world that day? I can't really remember the order of things..lol good thing I'm documenting this now before its all gone! So one day whatever day it was we went to seaworld. Saw the Orca show called 'Believe' I think. It was pretty neat. We went to Hollywood Studios and rode the Tower of Terrow which I never in a million years thought I would be able to do, but it was AWESOME! I love it. Brad begged and begged and begged and begged me to go on it with him and I was a little pissed about it to be really honest but by the time we got up there (after waiting in line for a million years!) I was pumped and he was super nervous! LOl finally we got on and it was amazing! Such a thriller! I think my heart was in my throat, but I loved it! You go up this elevator shaft and then free fall drop and then it just stops and then starts to climb back up a little and then drops again and then back up...It was awesome! We also bought our one and only souvenir at Hollywood studios....a little mickey and minnie christmas ornament. :)
We also went to animal kingdom where we went on a safari ride which was really cool! You're out there on this vehicle and the animals aren't fenced in or anything...so like this rhino was just coming down the path not far from where we were. Pretty unbelievable. I'm running out of descriptive words so bear with me. :)
We also went to the Magic Kingdom one day, but it happened to be our last day and we didn't go til later on cause we wanted to see the parade thingy, so we went to epcot earlier that day because Brad wanted to eat at the German restaurant (which we never did because apparently you need reservations like forever in advance) but anyways, we didn't get to see that much of Magic Kingdom because it was RIDICULOUSLY packed and it was getting late and we were pretty tired (so our next trip to disney needs to include more time at the Magic Kingdom--I got the gist and still had an incredible time but like I said It was dark and crowded and the weekend before Christmas..it was a mad house)
Our flight left sunday late afternoon and we were pretty wiped out. It was amazing though. A honeymoon filled with memories I will never forget. It truly was one of the most special, cherished weeks of my life.
Well in the first place, it was a complete surprise and total last minute decision. Monday morning, I slept it, as I was completely exhausted! Brad called me about noon and said, "hey..do you want to go to Florida tomorrow?" I was like, "What!??" Last I knew we had planned on going to South Dakota to buy cattle! But we just decided to take off and enjoy this time! Well we did!
Monday night we drove to Des moines and spent the night in a hotel. We flew out Tuesday morning at 6:30 and arrived in Orlando about 1ish.
We stayed at the Waldorf-Astoria and it was beautiful!! Totally gorgeous! The weather was amazing as well! The first day we went to the Boardwalk Inn (which is a Disney resort Brad stayed at years ago when he went to Disney World with his family--we wanted to stay there but as our trip was last minute, reservations were booked) and we walked along the boardwalk to Epcot. We got a three day park hopper pass so we started out there. We toured all the "countries", holding hands everywhere we went. :) Very romantic and very uncharacteristically brad (but I'm not complaining!).
Some of this I can't remember the exact details, but you'll get the general idea. That night we ate at a steak house (surprise --Brad asked nearly every person we saw where the best steakhouse was) called charlie's (which was incredible!) and then we watched the fireworks display at Epcot which was also romantic. :) We sat on the ground (as it was soooo crowded) and just took it all in...super sweet right? :)
So the next day I'm not really sure. We might have gone to sea world that day? I can't really remember the order of things..lol good thing I'm documenting this now before its all gone! So one day whatever day it was we went to seaworld. Saw the Orca show called 'Believe' I think. It was pretty neat. We went to Hollywood Studios and rode the Tower of Terrow which I never in a million years thought I would be able to do, but it was AWESOME! I love it. Brad begged and begged and begged and begged me to go on it with him and I was a little pissed about it to be really honest but by the time we got up there (after waiting in line for a million years!) I was pumped and he was super nervous! LOl finally we got on and it was amazing! Such a thriller! I think my heart was in my throat, but I loved it! You go up this elevator shaft and then free fall drop and then it just stops and then starts to climb back up a little and then drops again and then back up...It was awesome! We also bought our one and only souvenir at Hollywood studios....a little mickey and minnie christmas ornament. :)
We also went to animal kingdom where we went on a safari ride which was really cool! You're out there on this vehicle and the animals aren't fenced in or anything...so like this rhino was just coming down the path not far from where we were. Pretty unbelievable. I'm running out of descriptive words so bear with me. :)
We also went to the Magic Kingdom one day, but it happened to be our last day and we didn't go til later on cause we wanted to see the parade thingy, so we went to epcot earlier that day because Brad wanted to eat at the German restaurant (which we never did because apparently you need reservations like forever in advance) but anyways, we didn't get to see that much of Magic Kingdom because it was RIDICULOUSLY packed and it was getting late and we were pretty tired (so our next trip to disney needs to include more time at the Magic Kingdom--I got the gist and still had an incredible time but like I said It was dark and crowded and the weekend before Christmas..it was a mad house)
Our flight left sunday late afternoon and we were pretty wiped out. It was amazing though. A honeymoon filled with memories I will never forget. It truly was one of the most special, cherished weeks of my life.
New Beginnings
Here's to new beginnings. It's 2010 and I feel like its a fresh start.
I'm a newlywed {and loving it --well mostly :) }. I'm starting to get into the groove of my new job { and sort of not completely hating it but certainly not loving it :S }. It's (literally) the end of an era and I'm ready to start a new chapter. Lindsey wrote a blog about not starting a new chapter, but a whole new book. Well, for me, it really is just a new chapter, because I haven't finished this book yet. I'm not ready to.
I'm moving on to being a wife and enjoying life with my new husband and in the not so distant future (but distant enough that it hasn't happened yet :) ) being a mother.
For nearly the first time in my life, I feel like an adult, and while I'm not completely sure how I feel about that, its starting to grow on me. :)
Brad and I, are also starting a whole new phase in our relationship, beyond even just "being married". I'm not sure if we're still in the "honeymoon" phase, but things feel more intimate between us. I feel like we're more connected than ever and while dating and being married doesn't feel that different, its like making that committment is something both of us are recognizing as something seriously worthy of respecting. Which seems obvious...I wish I could explain it better. Standing before God and your friends and family and telling them you are committing your life to this person makes you take serious stock of who you are and who you want to be with this person. It makes you take your relationship, literally, to a whole new level.
We still fight over the same old things. Some arguments have taken on new urgency, but it seems like the good times have taken on more importance. We're having more fun. We laugh...really laugh. I love it.
I know it isn't always easy. Believe me its not. Love is such hard work. Every day you have to fight for your marriage and even if its in a small way. But its worth it. Believe me. :)
I'm a newlywed {and loving it --well mostly :) }. I'm starting to get into the groove of my new job { and sort of not completely hating it but certainly not loving it :S }. It's (literally) the end of an era and I'm ready to start a new chapter. Lindsey wrote a blog about not starting a new chapter, but a whole new book. Well, for me, it really is just a new chapter, because I haven't finished this book yet. I'm not ready to.
I'm moving on to being a wife and enjoying life with my new husband and in the not so distant future (but distant enough that it hasn't happened yet :) ) being a mother.
For nearly the first time in my life, I feel like an adult, and while I'm not completely sure how I feel about that, its starting to grow on me. :)
Brad and I, are also starting a whole new phase in our relationship, beyond even just "being married". I'm not sure if we're still in the "honeymoon" phase, but things feel more intimate between us. I feel like we're more connected than ever and while dating and being married doesn't feel that different, its like making that committment is something both of us are recognizing as something seriously worthy of respecting. Which seems obvious...I wish I could explain it better. Standing before God and your friends and family and telling them you are committing your life to this person makes you take serious stock of who you are and who you want to be with this person. It makes you take your relationship, literally, to a whole new level.
We still fight over the same old things. Some arguments have taken on new urgency, but it seems like the good times have taken on more importance. We're having more fun. We laugh...really laugh. I love it.
I know it isn't always easy. Believe me its not. Love is such hard work. Every day you have to fight for your marriage and even if its in a small way. But its worth it. Believe me. :)
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