Back in Austin

This weekend we took a quick trip up to Tulsa for a wedding. It was a really fun time because some of our church friends from Austin went as well, and we got to see my parents. We had a good time.

As Lindsey wrote about Friday, we had a pretty good argument in the car on the way up. Actually, good describes it in two ways. It was a pretty big fight (as ours go), and it led to a really good conversation. In the end I was actually glad it happened, it was helpful.

But the car ride today was the opposite. It was a nice drive back. There was no traffic, we split time driving, and Lindsey was even able to grab some much needed shut eye.

So here we are, back in Austin and ready for the week. Lindsey has Monday off, but I don’t. We have a long list of things we want to get to, and a few things we have to. Oh, and we need a date night. That’s pretty high up on the list.

Home sweet home

Home at last!

We’ve been gone since last Sunday morning and it’s been a Christmas and family whirlwind. A wonderful whirlwind.

There were lots of highlights over the past week. We celebrated with six different groups of our sweet family. We were spoiled rotten with lots of presents 🙂 We had precious baby time with our adorable nephew. We had lots of road-talk-time, which for us means conversations from theological to nonsensical. We saw ‘Les Miserables’ on screen and can’t stop singing the songs. I won the song lyric game with Brian’s family. Brian set up my Gran’s new computer and customized the settings for her. Watching him love her so well makes me love him even more– as if that were possible. I was way more normal with Brian’s family than last Christmas– yay! And, we had snow! 

And, as with everything in life, there were some tough parts of the last week, too. Sometimes family can be tough– our own or the other’s. And it’s difficult to be away from your home and your bed. It is challenging to be with people 24/7 for days on end, especially when you want some time to yourself. Lola was a pain– her UTI caused several indoor accidents, and her aggression toward other dogs made it tricky to house her or let her run around. Neither of us slept well all week. Suffice it to say, there were hard moments. That’s life.

But… we’re home now. Home sweet home.

We’ve been home a couple of hours and haven’t done much. I folded laundry and watched a few episodes of Friday Night Lights Season 4. Brian cleaned his new gun. We ordered a pizza. Now, we’re in bed at 9:30. We’re either really lame or pooped. Maybe both.

We had a great first married Christmas. Now, we’re going to have a great first night’s sleep back in our own bed on our brand new sheets (thanks, Karen!).

She’s home

Lindsey got home from her four days away just a few hours ago. I was so glad to have her home, I’ve really missed her over the last few days.

I won’t lie, I did have some fun indulging my bachelor side while she was gone. I ate a bunch of stuff I love but we don’t typically eat together. I played Xbox in the living room (very rare), and I stayed up late and slept in.

But I really missed her. When she came home she was tired from the drive and we got into a small argument about stuff that really doesn’t matter. We moved on pretty quick and we’re able to enjoy each other’s company for the few hours since. We’re about to head out to catch a late movie at Alamo Drafthouse. It’s a good way to kick off a long Thanksgiving holiday.

But in my head, I keep coming back to our fight when she got home. I don’t know why exactly we we’re both on edge and so quick to jump on comments from each other and start up an argument. I’d have to think about it, but oddly I think it comes from having been apart.

We were very happy to see each other, that was very evident. But I think being apart for so long threw us each off kilter. We’re so used to being around each other that four days apart was not good, and as a result there was frustration, fatigue, or something else that laid the foundation for us to each be touchy.

But, it was a small thing. We’re well over it (and actually joking about it five minutes ago) and looking forward to the weekend. It’s nice to know that you can argue and it’s not the end of the world. It’s actually comforting.

I don’t like traveling

Actually, I love to travel. I should correct the title, it should read: I don’t like traveling without my wife.

Since getting married I have not had to travel for work very much, and Lindsey and I have only had to spend a few nights apart. I’m in the air now (in flight wi-fi is a modern miracle!) and on my way back to Austin after a quick work trip up to Chicago. It’s been an interesting trip, and very valuable for me, but I can’t wait to get home to Lindsey.

I’ve realized I have no hope of sleeping well without her with me. I simply don’t. I’ve become accustomed to having her there, and it just feels wrong when she is not.

It’s really funny to me how quickly I have adapted to Lindsey being in my life. I spent ten years living alone as a bachelor, and not even eight months later I can’t get a good night’s sleep without her. If she wasn’t so important to me this would be a little frustrating!

Later this month we are taking a weekend fun trip, just the two of us. I’m really looking forward to it. I know that I will be more organized, more relaxed and we will have a whole lot more fun than I have traveling by myself. That, my friends, is a very good thing.

Gangstaville

Yup. You read that right. Gangstaville. That’s what the car became for about 45 of the most hilarious minutes of my life tonight.

We’re driving to Oklahoma right now. Brian has a fraternity alumni meeting thing tomorrow, so we’re making the trek.

We were having this intense doctrine discussion when we stopped at a QuikTrip (QT for you veterans out there). We did our customary drink purchasing and got back in the car… but something had changed while we were gone. This was no longer a scholarly, intellectual den of theology. No no. It was Gangstaville.

I believe it stemmed from me busting one of my crazy awesome dance moves in the passenger seat, but somehow we ended up on the Coolio Pandora station. We squealed with delight with every song change due to a mutual love for 80’s and 90’s hip hop. Okay– I was the one squealing, but Brian was doing whatever the manly equivalent of that is.

Here’s the thing about me: I love to dance. I love it. I don’t have moves or groove or mojo or even rhythm– I just like to shake it. One of my favorite places to show off these moves is the car. It’s great! Think about it– all of your awesome moves are limited to half of your body, thus doubling the awesomeness of what is happening with your upper body. Car dancing– try it. Anyways, that’s what I was doing. Brian was driving, we were both singing, and I was doubly awesome car dancing my face off.

Here’s the other thing about me: I know some lyrics. And sometimes it shocks people when they find out which songs I know the lyrics to. I’ll never forget the time I was driving to the Renaissance Festival with some friends and Gangsta’s Paradise came on. The jaws of my sweet Dripping Springs friends dropped when I flawlessly delivered every word. Didn’t they remember I grew up in Dallas?

Brian’s jaw didn’t drop tonight. I think he knows at this point that I am full of surprises. So, he got to see the car dancing, rapping version of his very white wife tonight, and I dare say he was a fan 😉

The upside of a roadtrip

Today was another travel day. We were in Oklahoma visiting my family this weekend and planning to come back tomorrow, but we had a change in plans and had to drive back early1.

Driving to and from Tulsa is not fun. When I first moved down here the trip took about six and a half hours, now it takes just about eight hours. The construction is just as bad as it’s always been over the last ten years, and the traffic between Dallas and Austin is even worse. Honestly these days it can be a miserable trip.

But now I have someone to help make it a lot better. It goes beyond just helping with the drive, Lindsey just makes the drive more enjoyable. Whether it’s listening to and discussing the podcasts she posted about on Friday, or just talking and laughing, we honestly have a good time together in the car. As regular readers know it’s not always perfect, but more often than not it’s pretty dang good.

Today was a great trip. The entire second half of the trip was taken up with earnest conversations about the coming year and the things we know we have undertaken and will be dealing with. It’s been a crazy four months so far, and we know that there is a lot more to come. With commitments to things at church, a changing workplace for me and big decisions about what we want our married life to be there was plenty to talk about (and too much to catalog here).

But the beauty of this evening’s drive was how different it is now with Lindsey riding along. Just like how I had this terrible drive to do by myself before meeting Lindsey, I used to have problems in life and fears of the future and no one there to help or comfort me. But now I have Lindsey to both lean on and support as our needs go. It’s a wonderful thing, and I’m thankful to have such a great woman to share it with.

The drive is still bad and probably won’t get better anytime soon. But, it’s not so bad now. In fact, it’s turning into  quite the venue for major life decisions.


  1. Don’t worry, nothing is wrong. The reason we had to come back is actually a good thing, but that’s for another post. 

Day-o-travel

Today was a travel day. Those are tough. For me, I always feel a little on the nauseous side and greasy. Can’t explain it– it’s just true.

We took the subway, then a train, then an air train, then two planes, a shuttle bus, and finally a car– but we made it. Brian watches out for me when we travel– he lifts my bags up into the overhead storage, makes me walk in front of him in crowds, and I see him eyeing sketchy or suspicious persons. He makes me feel protected and loved, even though he’s short and blunt with his replies. He’s a man on a mission, and I accept that.

While waiting at Chicago O’Hare, I realized what today is. Today marks four whole months of wedded-ness. Feels like longer, we both decided with smiles. We made it a third of a year. It’s a nice chunk.

On travel days, we sit in silence a lot. We’ll have books or iPhones in our hands to occupy ourselves. I’ll lay my head on the shoulder of my voracious reader and snooze while he devours a novel or some blogs. It’s nice. Comfortable.

We both had the same moment today, independently. We both had a– gosh, this is my forever person– moment. It’s still weird, sometimes, to look at this man and try to wrap a brain around “the rest of my life.” I chuckled when I found out Brian had that moment, too. The newness hasn’t worn off, I guess.

We ended the day with a late dinner of Chuy’s To Go, eaten on the coffee table, followed by rolling back on the couch, holding our midsections, and groaning happily– our personal treat for surviving the day-o-travel. NYC was wonderful, but Dorothy said it best when she tapped those ruby slippers together…

There’s no place like home.