In slowly (ever so slowly) catching up on reading my favorite blogs, I just stumbled on Meg's post reclaiming the word wife. This brings up so many different things for me. Some of which will be in my next post.
1 day ago
fell out of the cupboard, hit the counter, sailing towards the floor.


Yesterday was our one month anniversary. which, given the eight years we were together before our engagement, one month doesn't seem like such a big deal. except, that we have been married for one month! I have actually had a few circumstances where I have called him my husband. And I get to look down at this pretty ring every day.
I wish I knew how to do the ruffle action on that dress, and knew how ages ago before I started my dress. But.. tick tock. I spent the weekend (thursday night through monday including the seven plus hour drive each way) in Penticton, Canada for IronMan Canada. Now my man can count having done an IronMan among his many accomplishments. And while I'm proud of him, I am much happier that the deed is done and we can spend the next two weeks focused on the wedding. 12 days to go!!! and my absense left me with no ability to do wedding things. I wasn't even sure I'd have internet access so I couldn't even be productive in email. 
