I sort of can’t believe this, but today is Chad and my five year anniversary! So, in honor of that very exciting milestone, I thought I’d share our makeshift-wedding-video with you guys.
The back story: We hired a fabulous photographer for our wedding, but decided against a videographer — I was worried that it would be too intrusive to have both, and really wanted to focus on experiencing the day as much as I possibly could. But, a few days before the wedding, I started having serious second thoughts — video is a totally different medium than photos, and what if I wanted to see those real, live moments in the future?
So I created a backup plan: at the rehearsal dinner, I gave my little Flip camera to my friend Loran, and asked him to capture some of the big moments — walking down the aisle, our first dance, cutting the cake, etc. And he did an amazing job! The camera quality wasn’t great (I would have given anything for an iPhone 5 in those days!) but he captured all those moments so I can remember them forever.
And about 18 months after our wedding, I finally turned those little clips into this video:
I’ve probably watched it a thousand times since then — it’s so wonderful to be able to relive that special day in a tiny way.
Five years later, I realize that our wedding day was just a day — a wonderful, incredibly special day, but still only one single day in our many-year marriage. But it was the day that we pledged to share our lives, forever, in front of all our family and friends, and that’s something incredibly special. Even if it was just one single day.
Everyone always says that marriage is work, and of course it is — but it’s also, by far, the single most wonderful aspect of my life. In this huge world with billions of places and people and things, I feel so lucky to have found this person who makes me better every single day, who cares about me and our dogs and our son so deeply, and who never fails to make me laugh, cheer me up, or fill me with the most intense gratitude for our wonderful life together.
So happy anniversary to my amazing husband. Five years down, at least fifty more to go.
Oh, summer. I can never get enough of you.
Long before Chad and I lived in Texas, I used to joke that visiting Houston in August is freezing cold literally all the time. Everyone goes from their air-conditioned houses to their air-conditioned cars to their air-conditioned offices, so even if the temperature outside is hovering around 100 degrees or more, your experience is never hotter than about seventy-three for more than a minute or two at a time.
The moral of the story? If you’re visiting Houston in August, bring a sweater.
But ever since we bought our house, Chad and I regularly do something that many Texans don’t: we walk places. There are restaurants and shops within a few blocks of our house, and thanks in part to our New York roots, even when it’s a hundred degrees outside… we walk.
So my summer outfits have to be both practical and cute: which is how I fell in love with this dress. It’s polished and pretty, but still functional enough that I can walk around in summer heat wearing it. (It also has an extra bonus: a good bit of stretch in the material that magically hides the few extra post-baby pounds I’m still carrying!)
But a dress alone only gets you half way there, so I added some great accessories to this outfit. This Chanel bag remains my prized possession, and pairing it with great jewelry and some Jimmy Choos?
Gifted WHBM dress, Chanel bag, Jimmy Choo heels, Tiffany & Co. bracelet, gifted Charme Silkiner necklace.
Here is the thing about having a newborn:
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Maybe it’s the crying. Maybe it’s just frazzled hormones left over from growing another person in your body.
But, whatever the reason… it makes you a little nutso.
Not in a bad way, necessarily. But in this way: If my child is crying, there is literally nothing on this earth that is allowed to get between me and me ability to make him stop.
Unfortunately… our freezer tried to.
Remember how our first grocery store trip was fraught with peril? Well, baby Bear is several weeks older at this point, and we’ve had a couple of successful trips in between. So, at the beginning of this week, I took him to the grocery store, once again.
And you know what? It was fine. He was fed and lulled to sleep by the drive over, and I spent a solid twenty five minutes grabbing things off the shelves, piling them into a cart, and then paying for them without a peep.
I was feeling quite proud of myself, to be honest.
But… then we got in the car to go home.
And let me throw in a bit of background here: I have a new car, which is very exciting, but it’s not a car that I’m familiar with — it has this push-button to start, which apparently doesn’t work if you haven’t properly closed the trunk, which is not a big deal in 99.9% of situations, but when you are sitting in a hot car with a newborn in the middle of a Texas summer and your car won’t start, you get a little frazzled. To put it mildly.
So, in case you haven’t guessed where this story is going… I couldn’t get my car to start.
And when it finally did, baby Bear’s grocery store nap was decidedly over.
Cool, ok, right? Five minutes home, I can put away the groceries and feed this little baby. Everything is fine, I told myself. How far can he devolve in five minutes?
Fast forward to our arrival home, at which point baby Bear is starting to scream in the carseat, telling me in the clearest possible way he can that he is hungry, RIGHT NOW, LADY.
But I still have a carload full of groceries — including a whole bag of frozen items that had already sat in my hot car long enough to start melting. And, obviously that’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened… but this girl loves her ice cream. Preferably unmelted.
So I decided to put the frozen stuff away, as fast as I possibly could. I’d made it all the way to the grocery store; I really didn’t want our ice cream in my car trunk for another an hour.
So I started.
And let me tell you, putting away a single bag of frozen food takes literally twenty seconds, but do you know what I managed to do in those twenty seconds?
Pull our freezer drawer off its hinges, and then dislocate the plastic cover.
Yes, I single handed-ly trashed an entire freezer drawer in twenty seconds.
Because the baby was crying.
Last week, we had a similar incident: Chad came into the baby’s room at night and realized that one of our curtain rods had been pulled halfway across the room. When he asked how I possibly used that much force to open a curtain, I looked at him helplessly: “The baby was crying.”
Because, you see, when that baby cries, I lose my mind a little. (A lot.)
And here’s the thing, you guys: I am not normally like this. I’m more of a laid-back, calm and relaxed, go with the flow type of person.
But when it comes to that baby crying? I am suddenly like a wild beast, tearing down everything in my path.
So, this is being a mom, I guess. Blissful newborn caretaker half the time; Godzilla the other.
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