Five days off

Tonight marks the end of five days off of work for Lindsey and me. We had some commitments and stuff to take care of, but for the most part it was five solid days of no work and being with each other. It was a pretty good time.

Sometimes I feel like we only write about a few things on this blog. It almost feels like a rotation. We love each other, we had a good weekend, a small argument, food, more food. Rinse. Repeat. I’d like to get off that cycle, but honestly that is how the first year of marriage has been.

The five days we just shared are, in a way, a microcosm of our first year so far. But when I look at our posts over the last few days, I can see several things that we should look back on and learn from:

  1. Time together matters. In fact, sometimes it matters more than what you do with that time
  2. Marriage changes the way we view our past. It is good to embrace it. It is hard for two to become truly united if each holds fiercely to their own identity
  3. We should be thankful for the hard stuff. It is suffering that makes us grow
  4. A sense of humor is key to getting along. The fact that we both have very dorky senses of humor helps our marriage. We get each other’s jokes and laugh a lot
  5. Finally, and this is not a post from earlier this week, rest and relaxation are hugely important. We both have a really busy week ahead, and the five days of rest were crucial for us.

Everyday we learn something new, and the last couple of days off were no exception. The items listed above are themes that we saw in five days, but really we have seen them for 8 months. I have to say, it has been really cool to learn from our mistakes and from our successes. I can see our marriage evolving every day. It’s pretty exciting.


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.