Another year has gone by in a blink. The years do seem to fly by faster with age, and I've been having so many moments recently of wondering how time can play such mind games.
It's been three months since I finished school, and somehow the rest of my life has swallowed up the voids left from classes, papers, and Zoom calls. It's almost like it never even happened, and those two years were just a brief detour.
I'm turning 33 next week. I swear I just turned 30.
Holly is starting preschool next week, after being at the same home daycare for the past three years. I remember agonizing over how much breastmilk I could pump for her and wishing she could tell me anything about her day. Now she talks nonstop about her friends, about who likes Little Mermaid, who likes Elsa, and who got time out. She can write her name, use the potty, and feed herself. She has even told me she hates me. She's really not a baby anymore. Curtis and I can't help but say it every single day, she's growing so fast.
We've grown too. When we first met at 22 and 23, we seemed to have so little in common. I was a talker, he was quiet. I liked to be out and about, he liked to relax. I felt ALL my feelings, he seemed to feel none. We still have some of those differences, but they seem so minor in relation to all that we share. Time has woven us together in so many ways. We share a daily routine, a Google calendar, finances, a home, and a child of course.
Earlier this summer we did the New York Times 7-day Love Challenge. It's a week's worth of short exercises meant to strengthen your connection with your partner. Some of it felt cheesy, and one led to a fight. But our favorite was thinking about our perfect day. We actually had incredibly similar ideas of a perfect day, because they were built on good memories we had shared before. This month when we went to Portland, we left Holly with my mom to actually live out one perfect day the best we could. It felt so indulgent and fun and wonderful.
Time can slip by so fast. We've all been told it, we've all felt it. Sometimes the only thing that can slow that down, that can make it feel bearable, is to step out of the grind and say, "I want to remember this". I wish it were easier to do with years at a time, but that's too much for the human brain to hold in any specific detail. We can only have days. And I'm so grateful we had this one. I will hold it in my memory for as long as I can.
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Rewind:
On Marriage: Year Five
On Marriage: Year Four
On Marriage: Year Three
On Marriage: Year Two
On Marriage: Year One
It's been three months since I finished school, and somehow the rest of my life has swallowed up the voids left from classes, papers, and Zoom calls. It's almost like it never even happened, and those two years were just a brief detour.
I'm turning 33 next week. I swear I just turned 30.
Holly is starting preschool next week, after being at the same home daycare for the past three years. I remember agonizing over how much breastmilk I could pump for her and wishing she could tell me anything about her day. Now she talks nonstop about her friends, about who likes Little Mermaid, who likes Elsa, and who got time out. She can write her name, use the potty, and feed herself. She has even told me she hates me. She's really not a baby anymore. Curtis and I can't help but say it every single day, she's growing so fast.
We've grown too. When we first met at 22 and 23, we seemed to have so little in common. I was a talker, he was quiet. I liked to be out and about, he liked to relax. I felt ALL my feelings, he seemed to feel none. We still have some of those differences, but they seem so minor in relation to all that we share. Time has woven us together in so many ways. We share a daily routine, a Google calendar, finances, a home, and a child of course.
Earlier this summer we did the New York Times 7-day Love Challenge. It's a week's worth of short exercises meant to strengthen your connection with your partner. Some of it felt cheesy, and one led to a fight. But our favorite was thinking about our perfect day. We actually had incredibly similar ideas of a perfect day, because they were built on good memories we had shared before. This month when we went to Portland, we left Holly with my mom to actually live out one perfect day the best we could. It felt so indulgent and fun and wonderful.
Time can slip by so fast. We've all been told it, we've all felt it. Sometimes the only thing that can slow that down, that can make it feel bearable, is to step out of the grind and say, "I want to remember this". I wish it were easier to do with years at a time, but that's too much for the human brain to hold in any specific detail. We can only have days. And I'm so grateful we had this one. I will hold it in my memory for as long as I can.
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Rewind:
On Marriage: Year Five
On Marriage: Year Four
On Marriage: Year Three
On Marriage: Year Two
On Marriage: Year One
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