Can you still count yourselves as newlyweds if you sit down to dinner the week of your second wedding anniversary and agree that neither of you have anything important on the schedule this week?
The truth is year two was just about as full as year one, minus a few international soccer trips.
Let’s take a look back:
After learning of a great job opportunity back in the Midwest, we soaked in as many sunsets as we could during our last summer on the Gulf Coast.
We finally got around to checking a few items off our Sarasota bucket list:
We celebrated a new set of newlyweds back on our old stomping grounds.
We visited NYC. Separately but it still counts.
We said goodbye to great friends in Florida.
We survived Hurricane Hermine and multiple broken down Penske trucks in our attempt to leave the State of Florida. You can read more about that adventure here.
We moved into another new house and we (ok mostly I) obsessed over our first fall season back in the Midwest:
We loved being so close to friends and family for the holidays again:
We attended our first Blues game and tried our best not to let on that we were Blackhawks fans.
We formalized our lunch dates and moved them outside the training room.
We finally got back on the slopes for a fun trip to Vail for some spring skiing.
And we kicked off summer concert season by reminding everyone that even thirty-somethings can dress
down up and have a good time every once in a while.
To my sleeveless pearl-snap buttoned husband on our second wedding anniversary,
In the past year, we’ve gone from celebrating in separate countries and working weekends to Saturday date nights and Sunday Costco runs. We’ve traded flat sandy beaches for a hilly Midwest river town. But no matter the circumstances or the terrain, sharing this journey of life with you gets better every day.
That being said, I believe the second anniversary is cotton so I bought us some new sheets.
Your lucky wife.
They say time flies when you’re having fun.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
And they also say you should probably create your wedding video prior to the eve of your first anniversary.
Well I say two out of three ain’t bad.
It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since our wedding day. On the one hand it feels like just yesterday we were finalizing details and using all the big-ticket grandparent prayers we could for what turned out to be a beautifully sunny and warm spring day. On the other hand it seems like so much has happened over the past 365 days:
- We enjoyed some romantic meals and date nights
- And we had a lot of visitors
So since I’m sure my husband is already celebrating our anniversary across the world right now in Goa, India (barring another record heat-induced power outage), I thought I’d share my better late than never look back on the day that I was blessed with the opportunity to walk through life holding this guy’s hand.
Sarah + Matt
(photos courtesy of the oh-so-talented Wright Photographs)
It’s not often that I use the blog as a platform for love and mushiness but with our big announcement last week, I figured this was as good a time as any.
5 years ago today I went on a date with my best friend’s brother’s best friend from college. We watched the Illini get their butts kicked (shocker, I know) and drank beer on empty stomachs because neither of us were willing to admit we were starving. I called my sister afterwards and offered every lame excuse in the book as to why this probably wouldn’t amount to anything:
I don’t know he’s not that tall.
He lives in the suburbs.
He seems a little shy.
He might be a little too muscular.
Yes. Believe it or not, I tried to justify being too muscular as a reason that this relationship would not work out.
This is probably one of the few times in my life where I will willingly admit the following:
I was wrong.
He stands taller than all 5’7″ of me, even in four-inch heels.
He drove back and forth from the suburbs for nearly 5 years so that we could spend time together in the city.
He may be an introvert to the masses, but he’s quite the talker if you get him around his family, friends or anything sports-related.
And yes. He is very muscular.
He’s the calm to my storm, the focus to my inspiration and the decision to my waver.
5 years down, a lifetime to go.