3 years

Today is our 3 year wedding anniversary. I can say with all honesty that I am still madly in love with my husband and love him more today than on our wedding day. We've been through some big changes; an unplanned pregnancy, a new home, etc. Through it all I've seen my husband give selflessly, love unconditionally and display the patience of a saint. He is my forever. 3 years of marriage and he can still make me laugh uncontrollably, blush like a giddy school girl and cause my heart to beat faster with just one glance. It's that way now, and I know that 50 years from now we will be THAT couple. The ones that still can't keep their hands off each other. The ones that will embarrass our kids by being so lovey dovey.

Tonight we celebrate and reminisce about that day 3 years ago. This weekend we are baby free (thanks Abuelita!) and in another state. I can't wait to get away with my man and spend so much time alone together. Now, I'm just waiting for him to get home from work so I can smother him in kisses!

Till death....

Check this out

If we had an extra $1300 laying around (oh man, that's funny) this would probably be the first thing I would buy:



Seriously, look at this thing! I could ride this thing to the store, the library, basically anywhere. I could just throw lil' Z back there and she could hang out with the groceries, snack on some fruit during the ride. How awesome would that be?! Actually, if we lived somewhere where it was relatively warm all year round I would seriously consider ditching the car and using this as our primary mode of transportation. Too bad Nebraska is covered in snow at least half of the year. I wonder if we could rig something like this up to my bike....hmmm...

The Slack-jawed Jackdaw Sings

With your arthritic fingers

Lace up those tall boots

And stomp down to the edge of the lake

Where the swimmers who can’t swim

Paddle out with their weak limbs

To where all of the fun’s happenin’.

Play the craziest games

The bullied kids never played

Now graced by a fierce awkwardness

Sing songs with your scratchy

Crow-cawing voice

You were given by the Maker of noises

Form the words you were taught

With your blabberin’, babblin’

Blitherin’, mouth, teeth and tongue

Stop your bitchin’ and moanin’

‘Bout all that you don’t have

Stop groanin’

‘Bout the hand you’ve been dealt

Make lemonade with your lemons

Jazz with old, rusty instruments

Dance the dance only a crippled old man

(Or a one-legged child) can.

Shake up the can

Pop the lid off your mouth

And say things that need to be said

To the parents that raised you

The grandparents that inspired you

To live like you mean it today

And maybe the government

Will prove it’s always insolvent

And maybe we’ll see with our hearts

And stop blaming the man

Do all that we can

To bury bones

And build bridges back home

Build a chair, write a poem

Stitch up some old clothes

Make up songs that no one else knows

And sing like a chorus of crows