Showing posts from March, 2014

air force adventures

I briefly mentioned here that the reason John and I had such a short engagement was that my sister Juli was leaving for Air Force Basic Training on January 7. Our choices were to get married before she left, or wait until she was in tech school (but even then, time off wouldn't be guaranteed). Since she was the only person I wanted next to me (you know, expect for John), we opted for a January 4th wedding. So, after 10 weeks of not being able to see or talk to my sister (she did get to call a few times, and I wrote her almost every day), this past weekend we went down to watch her go from Trainee to Airman. attempt at a selfie on the plane John and I flew down to San Antonio on Wednesday evening, along with my mom and step-dad, my Opa and his wife, and my dad and three of his kids. Graduation is a few days of ceremonies and rituals, starting with the Airman's Run on Thursday morning. This was the first time we got to see Juli, and it was literally her running

on marriage

I’m here! I’m still blogging. Or rather, I’m thinking about blogging a lot, scribbling notes of things I’d like to write about, but never finding the time to actually do it. Life seems busier than usual, and I suppose it should be. We are two-in-one now, meaning John’s worries, needs, habits, and rituals are mine, too, generally speaking. I am working to discover a balance between I and he and we . There is room for growth, to be sure. One thing I've long known: We tend to show the worst version of ourselves to people we are the closest to.  There comes a point in time when it’s impossible to hide our ugly side, and when you live, carpool, and work with someone, that point seems to come much more quickly. (On any given day we’re never more than 30 feet apart. For serious.) Last week, after an impressively stressful day at work, we began our commute home, John driving, me in the passenger seat. We didn’t speak, leaving me to stew over the day in my pounding head. When