A Memorable Monumental Milestone

Last week I turned 30.  Gulp, 30 years old.  I faced this day with excitement and apprehension, thinking of all that I have accomplished in 30 years and all that I have yet to complete.  All in all, I am satisfied with my life, my relationships, my family, my health, and so on.  But still, it’s a big birthday that makes you stop and think.  I of course, didn’t stop.  Nope, I worked the night before and then we had plans to visit my family for the weekend (after getting a nice 8 hours of sleep).  Alas, that is not how things played out.

I got ready for work, as planned, making Ben pose for “my last hours in my 20s,”  photo.  But then I talked to my sister, who wasn’t feeling well.  She described her symptoms to me and my first thought:  Appendicitis.  Possibly a rupturing appendix.  I told her to go to the ER soon, especially if she started to feel worse and I headed to work, telling her to keep me posted.


An hour or so into my shift I got the text that she and my mom were in the ER, waiting for a CT scan to confirm the possible appy.  Yep, I was right and she needed immediate surgery.  By this time I was nearly done with work, so I texted Ben, telling him we would be heading home sooner than expected.  When I got home he had the house all Birthday-ed out for me!  Flowers all around, cake and cupcakes, candles, all for me to enjoy before heading to bed for the day.  Such a sweetie!   Sadly, we fast-forwarded the lovely event, packed at lightening speed and drove the 3.5 hours home!


We drove straight to the hospital where we stayed for most of the day with my sister.  Her surgery went well, but she needed to stay overnight.  Ben and I finally went to my parents house so I could sleep (it had been nearly 24 hours!).  But not before making Ben take another photo, of me, age 30 years, on 0 hours of sleep!


Doesn’t he look so handsome?!  And me, well, I’m a total mess, but ya only live once, so might as well post weird and embarrassing photos on the internet 🙂


Anyway, the next day we finally had a little birthday celebration on the back deck.  We all looked a little haggard, so I’ll spare you that failed photo op, but the two cakes made up for it in spades!  My sister kept apologizing for “messing up” my birthday celebration, but really, it didn’t matter.  It was just another example of how things like birthdays and special days don’t matter so much in the bigger picture.  Sure it’s nice to have cake, but health and happiness come first.  And knowing that you have a loving and supportive family is awesome.  Just awesome!

And there you have it, a very memorable 30th birthday extravaganza!




It’s the Little Things

Waking up before the alarm sounds.

Coffee in my favorite Lake Champlain mug.

Silly cats playing in the sunbeams.

A pretty new handbag.

Love and support embracing me from all directions.

The Ceremony

In those brief moments after we said “I Do” my thoughts were a blur of happiness and love.  And then, for the first time my husband opened his arms, pulled me close, and kissed me.  And we held each other, just for an extra moment, and pulled apart, with smiles lighting the fading sky.


We grabbed each others hands and practically skipped up the isle, into married life.  Our wedding party then joined us, followed by our parents, and the hugs started!  Gosh, that special time, standing in front of that beautiful tree, was just right.  A few tears of joy, lots of smiles, and the hugs!  Oh the hugs were the best!  There is this one photo that I just love.  It is of my father embracing my husband, truly welcoming him into the family.


Our family and friends piled around extending their congratulations and best wishes.  This time, this precious time, was magical and perfect.  These snidbits of memory flicker in and out of my consciousness, bringing sparks of joy to my everyday life.  The hugs turned into photos and smiles with the lake glistening in the background.


Then we tuned our group loose and took a few more photos, just the two of us.  We walked along the beach, hand in hand, loving this thing called married life.


Wedding Day Memories

It was Saturday July 27, 2013 that the Mister and I said our vows to each other in the presence of our family and friends.  It was the perfect day in so many ways.  The sun shown down on our lakeside ceremony as I linked arms with my father and walked down the isle, with tears in my eyes, to meet my husband at the alter.  Who would have thought that I, the one-who-never-cries, was shameless sniffling away as my parents stood with us and gave my hand to my {now} husband.

The ceremony that we created passed in a blur of joyous tears and sappy smiles. Then it was time to say our vows.  The Mister discretely opened a typed sheet of paper and proceeded to profess his love to me in an eloquent flow of words.  It was lovely.  So lovely.  Then I, again with the blubbering, unfolded my hand-written torn notebook paper and looked down at the words I had written only hours before.  Then refolded the paper, smiled up at him and spoke from my heart to the man I love.  It’s funny, thinking back on it I cannot remember exactly what I said, but it was just right, just right.

And then it was time to say those magic words and we were married.  Just like that.  The Miss became a Mrs and our lives and hearts are forever entwined.

One of many “unofficial” photos from our beautiful day.  I simply adore my husbands expression and the excitement in my movement.