Reflections on a Year

Today makes one year of marriage. Where to begin?

A lot has happened since my last post, but today, it's all about love. The above picture is of the legal marriage ceremony, done by a judge at the county court building. Our wedding was five days later. No, Blake isn't choking me. It's all done in love.

Though 365 days isn't long, and I can't say anything new about marriage, I will say this. I love being married. We haven't fought. We haven't had an awkward adjusting period. We haven't found any wedge-driving differences. Knock on wood... it's been wonderful.

Tonight, before dinner, we toasted each other. Not over open flames or anything, just raised our glasses and said a few words, just the two of us. It was kind of mushy and magical, perfect really.

When I was young, I always wanted to be married, I just never thought anyone would love me enough to want to spend a lifetime together. Luckily, I was wrong. I have the one man who understands me better than anyone else, who laughs at my stupid jokes, who puts up with my antics, who takes care of me perfectly, and lets me take care of him.

Sometimes, People Have Birthdays

If my mom's birthdays make me feel old, I can't begin to imagine her thoughts on the subject....

When I was little, it never occurred to me that my parents would age. I know that sounds silly, but you don't know the half of it... I was the silliest kid for hundreds of miles around. Anyway, I knew people got old. I had grandparents. My childhood had more funerals than weddings. Still, my parents were different.

Mind you, my parents are not old, though they are pushing 6-0. They're active, still run the farm and can be found out and about. But it's weird. In a year, I've only been home a handful of times. I'm scared that one day, I'm going to get off a plane and they'll be there and they'll be.... well, old. Like, geriatric.

I have photos of when I arrived off the plane from S. Korea. Me in a little pink snowsuit and my mom with the big 80s glasses. I wish I knew what I was thinking just then. "Wow, America's crowded." or "I don't look like these people at all." I don't know. My point is, I guess, that I love my parents. Every time I go home, their faces light up like that picture that was taken almost 23 years ago. It's like I'm getting off the plane from S. Korea... only I'm much older and know English.

Cheesy Movies I Love

When I was in high school, I flocked to terrible movies like all of my friends. Some of these movies... I still like. I can't help it. Today's movie? Pearl freakin' Harbor.

Kate Beckinsale. Ben Affleck. Josh Hartnett. Planes in WWII.

In high school, it was standard on Monday mornings for my friends and I to sit by our lockers and talk about our weekends. My one friend, Vanessa said that she invited her boyfriend over and they watched Pearl Harbor... but didn't see any of it. So, from then on, whenever one of us sat at home, "watching a movie" with our boyfriends, we told each other we "watched Pearl Harbor" over the weekend.

Right now, I am watching Pearl Harbor by myself, which is not a euphemism.