It's pretty hard to type with a baby nursing on your lap. And I should be washing windows since it's a cool, cloudy morning. Today marks 5 years of marriage, which is exciting. Since the oldest two are still sleeping (they speak English and demand my attention, unlike the baby) I thought I'd blog.
We invested in a new laptop which makes blogging easier. A PC this time instead of Jeff's Macbook Air. What a relief. It took forever to get used to the Apple. I liked it better in some ways, but it was impractical for anything photo related. Just downloading photos off my Canon was a pain. On the flip side we also invested in new cell phones. They are Apple iPhones.
Jeff's old phone was inexpensive and had minimal storage (16GB). Lame. It made phone calls and provided us with a hotspot when needed, so he managed. My cell phone was as old as Jeff's Macbook Air.... a 2013 Samsung Note 3. I started getting messages from Verizon saying it would no longer be usable by December 2022. Kind of makes me mad. I wanted to see how long I could make it last. It's crazy it survived this long. I took that baby floating down a river... back when I was single and went tubing with friends.
Down. A. River.
In a ziplock bag.... except for when I was taking photos or video with it. And into the barn. Numerous banrs actually. Barns with cow poop, swishing tails, flies and concrete floors. The number of times I dropped the phone on concrete are just unreal. After all it's been through it has just a wee crack on the bottom, right-hand corner. My friends would sneeze on their lovely new phones and the screens would shatter. They don't make them like they used to. C'mon, China.
Funny story about how I got my Note 3. I had dated a guy in high school. Broke up. It was a huge deal at the time. Anyway, a few years later we started talking again, for something the 4th time. I think it was an accident on my part... butt dial? I can't remember. My flip phone limitations were a conversation piece and he offered to give me his year-old phone because he'd just updated to something better. I agreed, and why not? It was better than the free upgrade option at the Verizon store: An iPhone 5 I believe. So the guy mailed it to me. It arrived around New Year's Eve 2014, no cost to me, restored to the factory settings and with his number in the contacts. I deleted and blocked his number and went on with my life. Pretty terrible really. Maybe the meanest thing I've ever done? Maybe not. Hard tellin', not knowin'.
Back to the anniversary. We have big plans in a few weeks to celebrate. A get-away weekend of concerts. Alan Jackson and George Straight. Those guys are getting up there and a practically legend status. Time to see them in concert before they're not playing anymore. A kid-free trip, hotels, restaurants, ...just the two of us. Real Country Music is hard to come by now so this will be a treat. Not to mention, the only concert I've attended was a local artist's performance at a high school. Jeff is not so deprived.
5 years is pretty cool. It's no walk in the park. We have our unique challenges, but it's been transformative and freeing in so many ways. For me at least. I won't speak for Jeff. We're still babies in this business but I've definitely turned a new leaf or two and grown up a lot. Marriage and kids will do that to a person. I can't wait to see where we're at in 10 years.
I'm not in a hurry though. My new mantra is "dwell". Jeff should like that. He's always trying to convince me to just stay home and unsubscribe from everyone else's drama. He's more introverted than I am so this skill comes easier to him. I'm liking his ways more and more, though. Less outside distractions, more dwelling. More minding my own business and caring for my husband and children. It's freeing.
Well, the kids are awake now. I have them distracted with window washing. It's still novel at their age. Nevermind.... it's novel for me, too. Big date planned for tonight. Dinner or something romantic like that. I'm glad I married Jeff. He's not everything I though he was going to be. At the same time he's more than I could have hoped for or imagined. His sense of humor is on point, he provides, he protects, he's damn good lookin'. He has no time for drama, he's a giant tease, and he has the moral compass and discernment of the King James Version. What more could a woman ask for? I am lucky.
He's also Canadian and says lăva, păsta and llăma with an "ă" sound ...as in past, apple or cat. Among other humorous word pronunciations. What's not to love, eh? It's okay... he gives me crap for my midwestern-Wisconsinite accent.
5 years of marriage? You betcha.
