Big babies and other stuff
So Alex weighs approximately 14.5 pounds, we’ll know exactly on Tuesday. He’s a big boy–and only 11 weeks old. Nour didn’t weigh that much until she was 9 months old. Yep. He’s pretty tall, too, at least 25 inches when I attempted to measure him with a tailor’s measuring tape.
Anyway, Sam and I were discussing our plans for our 10th anniversary–not marriage, that’s three years away, the one where we started dating. November 4, 1998. See, in my mind, and his, too, it’s almost as important as our wedding anniversary, simply because it marks the point where we know that we KNEW we were going to get married (at least, I did). I think I actually knew long before then, it just took me a couple of months to figure it out. I could go into the story, but hey, maybe I’ll save that post for the actual anniversary.
Suffice it to say that SUNDAY is our wedding anniversary, 7 years this year, and we are actually getting a day off from the kids, okay, well, about 5 hours, anyway. But hey, who could ask for anything more? I mean, when you’ve got a 2 month old nursing baby, even an hour without seems like a lot, but it will be nice to have some time alone and see a grown-up movie, and not have to worry about feeding or comforting a baby in the middle of it all. Thanks in advance, mom and dad. It’s greatly appreciated.
Anyway, it’s kind of funny to think about what I was doing 7 years ago today. Considering that it was also July 4th, we really didn’t do anything special, because it was the day Sam and his family got to Columbus. I was pretty sick for days before our wedding, because I had gotten some bacterial infection that caused major sickness. If I had any problems fitting into my wedding dress before I got sick, that infection took care of the last few pounds I had left.
I think the day before the wedding was much more filled with activity, considering that we had to get the room set up for the reception. Honestly, I definitely recommend having your wedding on a holiday weekend, it might seem crazy, but it gives people an excuse to do something on that weekend, instead of staying home. Though, I would never recommend getting married in the same weekend as your cousin–and attending their wedding, well, let’s just say you’ll get lots of strange looks from the people who just went to your wedding the day before… But it’s all good.
It’s really true that your wedding day passes in a bit of a haze. I do remember someone telling me that I was a bridezilla, but I was not feeling that way at all. I was very nervous, excited, and pretty happy. I wanted everything to go as well as possible, but if they weren’t perfect, it didn’t matter. To me, it was a perfect day. Even the mistakes are things that you look back on in laughter, because of how much better they turned out than if you had tried to make them perfect. I remember our order of ceremony got out of whack accidentally, but it all worked out, because the pastor got to make a funny joke that I still laugh at when I watch the video. There are other things I laugh about, too, but it was really a great day altogether.
I think what makes it so special is the fact that I knew without a doubt that it was meant to be. I don’t believe that everyone has to have that “aha!” moment, but I know that we were meant to be, because we care about each other so much that even when we get angry, the solution is always, work it out. There is a fierce resolve to make even the most difficult situations work, because for us, there is no other way. Luckily, we have very few of those situations, and hopefully they will always be rare.
So, I guess I’m very happy, because, in spite of myself, I have managed to find a really great husband who loves me even at my worst and who I love no matter what.
Today has been a good day, mostly because we got to relax at my parents’ house and actually have a quiet day off for once. I’m just sitting here listening to the people letting off fireworks all over town. I hope they give it up eventually, or Alex is going to wake up when I open the window upstairs.
