Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

We Are Man & Wife


When I got engaged I started searching for the perfect music.  Music is so important to me I knew I had to find just the right song to say what I wanted said.  It couldn't be just any sappy love song.  It had say what I felt.  It had to be true to us.  It had to be a song that I could listen to 50 years later and still bring back the emotions that I felt.

We Are Man &Wife
by Michelle Featherstone
All the things you are to me


Darling you have set me free


Always give you what you need


and what you deserve


All the joy and all this love


I know that it is from above


And now together there's enough to fill this world





'Cause you are the love of my life


You are the love of my life


And now we're man and wife



When I met my hubby he wasn't supposed to be the one.  He was supposed to be the one that helped me feel better.  He was a nice guy that my mom introduced me to.  He was safe.  It took me six months to fall in love.    And in that six months what I came to realize was that he was everything I needed, nothing I expected.  Yes, he was safe.  Because he was solid.  Yes, sometimes predictable.  Because you could count on him.  He was the rock I was looking for.


All the things that you will do


And now i'm standing next to you


And darling I will see you through the rest of our lives


With you beside me I have won


I'm glad i've waited for so long


There is no doubt that you are the one


for me





You are the love of my life


You are the love of my life


When I first heard "We Are Man & Wife" by Michelle Featherstone I wept.  I wept because it felt like she pulled the words straight from my brain and put them to music.  I wept because I HAD waited for so long.  Waited for the person that would stick.  Someone I could count on to always try to not let me down (let's face it we all fail the one's we love sometimes).  I needed someone who would see through the facade to the real stuff inside.  This song for me said everything I wanted, needed to say to my hubby in a way I couldn't convey.


There'll be times(we make the time)


There'll be things(we will bring)


Everything is going to be fine


Now you're in my life


So I give you heart and soul


It's yours to take wherever you go


Through the years you'll always know it's yours to keep


God has blessed this sacred vow


Angels line above and look down


See the two of us, we found the perfect love





You are the love of my life


You are the love of my life


You are the love of my life


Yeah, you are the love of my life


Now we're man and wife





I don't believe in love at first sight.  I don't believe in one person that is your end all, be all.  What I do believe in (thank you Mom and Dad for modeling this) is happily ever after with your best friend.  I believe in being with someone who chooses you everyday and you choose them.  I believe in someone who will fight with you, stand with you and hold you up if you need that.  I married that.



This post was part of Mama Kat’s writing workshop. The prompt was “Write about your wedding song.  What was it and why did you choose it.”
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Happy Anniversary

(Because I'm the awesomest wife ever I COMPLETELY forgot to schedule my anniversary post.  So here it is today, a day late.  LAME.  But hey!  It's here!)

November 2007-The Memory Journalists

Today is my second wedding anniversary.  In some ways it has absolutely flown by.  I can't believe it has already been two years!  In other ways it seems a lot longer.  We've moved three times, changed jobs twice, gotten laid off twice, been separated by job training for three months and survived terrible coworkers and crazy bosses.  And here we are starting a new adventure in our life, waiting for the arrival of our son.


September 2008

He is my best friend.  The first person I want to talk to when things go bad.  The first person I want to celebrate with when things go good.  He's my sounding board and my soft place to land.  He's calm when I'm wound up and always willing to go to bat for me.  He is always consistent and reliable and I know I can depend on him.


November 17, 2009

Happy anniversary my love!  I love you so much and I'm looking forward to the next 20 years!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Simple Instructions

Backstory:

I knew I would be gone for dinner tonight. So being the VERY GOOD wifey I am I got up early and put together crockpot lasagna for the hubby. It was all ready to go. All he had to do was add a little cheese.

Phone Conversation with Hubby, Mid-Day:

Me: So dinner is ready for you. All you have to do is add the cheese. On the bottom shelf of the fridge there is a ziploc bag full of grated mozz cheese. About 10 minutes before you are ready to eat, turn off the crockpot, add the cheese, put the lid back on and let it sit for 10 minutes.

Hubby: You made dinner? Cool. Thanks. What do I do?

Me: Okay, so, on the bottom shelf of the fridge there is a ziploc bag full of grated mozz cheese. About 10 minutes before you are ready to eat, turn off the crockpot, add the cheese, put the lid back on and let it sit for 10 minutes. Then eat.

Hubby: So just add the cheese? And I'm done?

Me: Yes. The grated cheese. Just put it on top and let it sit for 10 minutes.

Hubby: Okay, got it.

Three Hours Later, the phone rings:

Hubby: Hey babe, what cheese was I supposed to use again?

Me: The grated cheese.

Hubby: Oh. Not the block of cheese?

Me: BLOCK OF CHEESE? What do you mean BLOCK OF CHEESE? The GRATED cheese. On the bottom shelf of the fridge.

Hubby: Oh. I see it. Opps. I thought you said the block of cheese.

Me: What the heck did you do with the block of cheese? Just dump it on top?

Hubby: Um, yea.

Me: What did you expect to happen exactly? Melt the whole thing?

Hubby: Well, I thought it might not but I couldn't remember what you said! I just figured it would take a really long time to melt!

Me: This is why you should LISTEN.

Hubby: Yea, I know.

This made my day. I laughed my flat butt off when I hung up the phone. Only my hubby.

UPDATE: He ended up pulling out the BLOCK of cheese and using the shredded cheese. So now I have a half-melted, tomato sauce covered half block of mozz cheese. AWESOME.

Monday, August 18, 2008

9 Months


Dear Hubby,

Today we have been married 9 months. We spent the day our usual Sunday Way. Hanging out, TV, Olmpics, movies, Taco Bell and an easy dinner of Sloppy Joe's.

This weekend we were at a wedding. As I watched my cousins take their vows I thought about ours. For better, for worse. For richer, for poor. In sickness and in health. To love, honor and cherish. As I watched them stand in the place that we stood a mere 9 months ago I was overwhelmed by love and emotion.


You and I were meant to be. I know that. You stand up to me. You believe in me. You are secure in yourself. You are laid back enough for the both of us. You truly are the "cheese to my macaroni."

These last 9 months have not all been pure bliss. There has been the moves and now the loss of my job. There has been the adjustment of living with someone with whom you have never shared a space before and learning to be dependent. It hasn't always been what we thought but in some ways it has surpassed everything we thought it would be. You are truly my best friend, my confidant, my love, my sounding board, and my biggest cheerleader. You have held me while I cried, laughed at me with Georgia and yelled at me when I've been pig-headed. I love you more than I could have ever imagined. I longed for this place of comfort but was unsure I would ever get here.

Thank you. Thank you for loving me and fighting with me and believing in me and CHOOSING me. As exciting as the last 9 months have been I can only imagine how the next 90 years will be! I look forward to what the next chapter holds for us. We are on our way and I feel safer knowing you are by my side.

Love,

Wifey


P.S. Jen, thanks for giving us a way to relive our day over and over again. You gave us the memories we so wanted to have.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

To Mr. BWildered


We did it! We made it 6 months! Ah, married bliss. Sometimes it feels like 6 years. And sometimes it feels like 6 minutes.
The last six months have shown me that we totally made the right choice in choosing each other. For all our differences we are perfectly fitted. The things that can drive us crazy about each other also drive us closer together.
To quote one of my new favorite movies, "He is the ying to my yang. The cheese to my macaroni." I sure do heart you Mr. BWildered. Here's to the next 60 years.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Suzy vs Me


So I was talking to one of my girlfriends the other day (Shut Up Shari). She is fairly newly married herself. Only about 2 years in. Anyway we were talking about being married and how things change including your expectation of yourself, your spouses expectations of you, etc. Anyone that knows me knows that I have always been the career girl. I've always been too busy to worry about cooking, baking or anything of that nature. I was climbing the ladder and fighting the crowds to get to the top.
But what happens when you get married? I find myself suddenly under this pressure to be the perfect little Wifey. And it comes from no where in particular. It's not as if the Hubby is standing over me demanding I be his perfect little homemaker. But I feel it. I feel it everytime someone comes to our little homestead. I want to make sure it is clean and smells good, candles lit and I should have homemade cookies ready for them. In fact when my parents came to visit for the first time I felt SO guilty I didn't have anything to cook for them for dinner. They weren't orginally planning on staying for dinner but I begged them to hang out so they did. It wasn't my fault there wasn't a plan but I seriously felt like a bad hostess!
So where does this pressure come from? I think it's just ingrained in us as women. Sort of like that maternal instinct. I just figured mine was broken after laying dormant for so long. Apparently not so. So I run around doing all my usual stuff but also suddenly trying to be this super Suzy Homemaker with the homemade meals, the perfectly clean house, not a dirty shirt to be found and a happy husband. I'm wondering how long this will last. I wonder if I will lose myself in this shift. I hope not. I kind of like who I've become. I survived my 20's to become someone I really like in my 30's. I don't want to lose that. So I have to find a way to merge my inner Suzy Homemaker with my personality I've always had. I'll let you know how it goes. Right now, I have to make a cake.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Love is a battlefield

Ah, married life. The joining of two hearts and minds into one. And the joining of two people's stuff, baggage, attitudes, blah, blah, blah. When you have two people that have two very different opinions of how they should behave and what they should do, level of cleanliness, what is appropriate behavior, etc. . .well, it can get ugly. I felt that when I was getting married I had a very realistic idea of how things should be considering I have many friends and a sister that are married and they have all been very vocal about marriage and what is true and what is not. So I felt somewhat prepared to deal with the fact that we are two very different people with different ideas on how to deal with things. What I WASN'T prepared for was the fact that there is NO WHERE TO GO! That's right. I'm stuck. Having never lived together before we haven't had to experience this. But we are now. And my friends, this two bedroom at times feels like a very small square box. So the lessons in married life continue. Next week's lesson. . .I'm sure it will be interesting.