First Anniversary

Today is our first anniversary. It's hard to believe that we've been married an entire year already. Sometimes it feels like that was just yesterday, but then I remember that we've already lived in Prattvegas for six months, and that seems strange too! It's an incredible feeling to look back at a whole year you've spent with a person and be just as happy as you were on your wedding day. I must say that when I got married I didn't know what to expect. I can't count the number of times people warned me that "the first year is the toughest." Well, I'm not sure if they meant meshing your lives is tough, or being around each other all the time is tough, or giving up your family's time for his family's time is tough. But, given everything we've been through this past year – his graduation, his job search, my quitting my job, our move here, our period of unemployment, two new jobs, the house hunt – the first year has not been "tough." It's been purely amazing. I love him more every day and sometimes I find myself simply wondering how we found one another. The J and the Z of five years ago probably would never have worked, but we met at the right time and clicked at the right time. God truly does work in mysterious ways. Tonight we have dinner reservations at a seafood restaurant which should be very nice, and hopefully it will be a wonderful, relaxing break from the half-furnished house and completely torn up apartment.

So this weekend we got tons accomplished at the new house. We fertilized the yard (with winter guard), had our beautiful fridge delivered and set up, unpacked tons of boxes, had my family over to bring me the antiques and wedding presents from their house, washed all the china and crystal, planted daffodil and tulip bulbs, did a trial run with the dishwasher and discovered it isn't draining properly, made at least 5 trips back and forth with our cars loaded down. All that, and Z had time to go fishing for about two hours! We are exhausted! Friday night we used the gift card the builder gave us to Longhorn Steakhouse and saw the police questioning a bunch of people. Even though we had to wait outside for about 30 minutes for a table, we never could figure out what was going on. In the house, we now have almost the entire kitchen, the fridge, the table and chairs. In the living room, we have a loveseat, a rocking chair from my dad, some decorations on the mantel, and the marble-topped table from my dad. In the guest bedroom we have the frame of my old canopy bed, but no box springs or mattress on it yet, and in the master bedroom, we have one antique chair from my dad. Other than that, all the furniture is still in the apartment. Z's parents are coming over this weekend to help us move that stuff. Meanwhile, our goal is to get every other item out – all our clothes, food, bathroom stuff, everything. Thankfully the house and apartment are less than 10 minutes apart.