the jet-setting lifestyle
a number of people have kidded me in the past about being quite the jet-setter; when i flew into rio for a weekend and came back engaged, for example, i endured much teasing. i certainly have been able to enjoy phenomenal travel opportunities, for which i am grateful and of which i would be envious if i were someone else looking at me.
but if those people could see us now, they would not be so envious.
after johannes's memorial service (about which i really need to start writing...), we were going to go somewhere and get lost for three weeks. except that i wasn't really healing from the delivery as fast as i thought i was immediately after i got home from the hospital. and then there were more things that needed to be done if we were going to be gone for three weeks than could be done in a few hours (which highlights the benefits of only jetting off for a weekend at a time, doesn't it?). and then the doctor encouraged us to wait to leave the country a few days more.
so we left three days later than originally planned, and then just went to san francisco...and on the way there i developed a nasty cold. so on saturday (now a full week after the memorial service), we came to see our friends in washington state...and my cold got much, much worse. i have green stuff coming out of more than one orefice and haven't held down any food since saturday night. and no surprise, the doctor thinks we should wait longer to leave the country. not that i could get on a plane right now, anyway.
so in a few minutes (pacific time), it will be our second wedding anniversary; justin is in bed, snoring so loudly i expect emma to wake up momentarily, and i am laying on the floor next to a trash can in which i am about to expel the three sips of broth and one bite of pizza crust i managed to swallow a bit ago. and we don't have our son.
yes, we are flying high now.
justin and i have known each other for five years this month. i was 30 when we met, had no intentions of ever marrying, and knew in about five minutes that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. justin was 22 (thank god i didn't know how young he was until after i was hooked!) and needed a bit longer to be sure. but here we are. we've survived the long distance relationship, the age gap, the getting married or not question (and a laundry list of issues about how we would get married), depression, job insecurity, the house-buying experience from hell, nine months of pregnancy, nausea and high anxiety, and the death of the son we both wanted more than anything in the world. but we're still together. and i still want to spend the rest of my life with him.
happy anniversary, justin...xoxo
but if those people could see us now, they would not be so envious.
after johannes's memorial service (about which i really need to start writing...), we were going to go somewhere and get lost for three weeks. except that i wasn't really healing from the delivery as fast as i thought i was immediately after i got home from the hospital. and then there were more things that needed to be done if we were going to be gone for three weeks than could be done in a few hours (which highlights the benefits of only jetting off for a weekend at a time, doesn't it?). and then the doctor encouraged us to wait to leave the country a few days more.
so we left three days later than originally planned, and then just went to san francisco...and on the way there i developed a nasty cold. so on saturday (now a full week after the memorial service), we came to see our friends in washington state...and my cold got much, much worse. i have green stuff coming out of more than one orefice and haven't held down any food since saturday night. and no surprise, the doctor thinks we should wait longer to leave the country. not that i could get on a plane right now, anyway.
so in a few minutes (pacific time), it will be our second wedding anniversary; justin is in bed, snoring so loudly i expect emma to wake up momentarily, and i am laying on the floor next to a trash can in which i am about to expel the three sips of broth and one bite of pizza crust i managed to swallow a bit ago. and we don't have our son.
yes, we are flying high now.
justin and i have known each other for five years this month. i was 30 when we met, had no intentions of ever marrying, and knew in about five minutes that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. justin was 22 (thank god i didn't know how young he was until after i was hooked!) and needed a bit longer to be sure. but here we are. we've survived the long distance relationship, the age gap, the getting married or not question (and a laundry list of issues about how we would get married), depression, job insecurity, the house-buying experience from hell, nine months of pregnancy, nausea and high anxiety, and the death of the son we both wanted more than anything in the world. but we're still together. and i still want to spend the rest of my life with him.
happy anniversary, justin...xoxo
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