Live Well: Real-Life Romance

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Airport reunions used to be an ever-present (and ever-important) aspect of my husband's and my relationship. We were long-distance in college, so getting to see each other every six to eight weeks in baggage claim at the airport was always a momentous occasion. I still remember feeling butterflies in my stomach, stopping in the restroom to fix my hair and makeup to make sure I looked perfect for the reunion I'd been dreaming about for two months.

On Sunday night, I flew back from Boston. It made me realize that I've completely lost the stamina it takes to be away from my husband - after three and a half days, I missed him terribly. When I got to the airport, though, there were no butterflies - just a very, VERY empty stomach after going ten hours without eating. There was also no makeup - why subject my skin to that kind of nonsense when all I was going to be doing was sitting on a plane?

So, Sunday night, I dragged myself down the airport steps, loaded down with carry-ons, dirty hair, no makeup, and feeling grumpy because I was so hungry. And then I realized that my husband had done the most romantic thing ever - he brought sushi with him INTO the airport so I could eat on the spot. As I wolfed down the special handroll he'd gotten for me, I didn't think I'd ever loved him more. Our relationship didn't look beautiful from the outside in that moment, but it felt like the most precious thing on earth.


I'm going to apologize in advance for my posting frequency over these next couple weeks - I was in Boston last weekend, will be in Houston this next weekend, and my parents-in-law will be visiting the weekend after that! While I'm looking forward to every single trip/visit, my hectic schedule is probably going to do some damage to my ability to churn out regular blog posts. Hopefully you understand.

That irregular posting frequency resulted in me missing the opportunity to memorialize a very important day on this blog - my mom's birthday! Her birthday was yesterday, and I can't wait to get into town on Thursday so our entire family can celebrate the occasion this weekend. My mom is truly the most ardently loving and supportive mother you will ever meet - she loves the people in her life with reckless abandon, a trait I try to emulate every day. I love you so much, Mom!

Happy, happy Tuesday.

Dress Well: Pink on the Edge

All Saints leather jacket, Madewell sweater (old), Paige jeans (old), Madewell booties, J. Crew necklace (SUPER old), TEXI leather bag

Okay, who am I kidding - if it weren't for this jacket, I wouldn't own a single piece of clothing that could be called "edgy" by any stretch of the imagination. This is really all the "edge" I can handle.





Today it's my brother's birthday - happy 22nd, buddy! As your gift, I started watching House of Cards. I know you're thrilled - I'm great at gift-giving. But seriously, happiest of birthdays to one of the sweetest, goofiest kids around.

Have a wonderful Tuesday, everyone.

Live Well: You Say It's Your Birthday

624_1062659216624_4736_nStarting when I was 12, every year when I blew out the candles on my birthday cake, I wished I would fall in love that next year. I know, UGH, so cheesy. But it's the truth. Starting from a very young age, I didn't want toys, I wanted boys. More specifically, I wanted boy - I wanted to meet the person I was going to marry. For me, nothing in life was more exciting than the thought of finding your one true love.

I've had a lot of great birthdays. Being born the day after Thanksgiving makes that easy. My eighteenth birthday was a bit of a bump in the road - my high school football team was eliminated from state playoffs the day I turned 18, which meant I spent a large portion of the day being surrounded by almost my entire community, the vast majority of whom were crying about our crushed state championship dreams (it was a rough day). Other than that, though, I've gotten to spend every single birthday surrounded by family and friends, eating good food and giving thanks for all the wonderful pieces of my life.

If I had to pick a favorite birthday, I think I would choose my twentieth. When I turned 20 five months after my husband and I re-met, he surprised me by coming down to Houston a night early. I don't think I've ever been that shocked or ecstatically happy in my entire life. When the clock struck midnight on my 20th birthday, he tossed me in a school fountain with some of my friends at school (a Rice tradition) and gave me the beautiful pearl earrings that I wear each and every day. I've spent every birthday since then with him by my side.

My husband really outdid himself this time around. The fact that my birthday is today, the Monday before Thanksgiving, allowed for an entire weekend of celebrations. We spent Friday night eating pizza and watching Scandal, Saturday morning eating brunch at Radish, a restaurant we'd been trying to go to forever, Saturday night at a surprise dinner that my husband threw for me that almost all of our friends attended, and Sunday morning at another delicious brunch. And the party isn't over. We still have dinner tonight, not to mention a four-day weekend spent in Texas that will include celebrations with both of our families.

While I loved every minute of my celebrations, I think my absolute favorite bit will be waking up in bed next to my husband tomorrow morning, fully 25 and still living this same, wonderful life. I love that we can celebrate the special occasions, but love it even more that every run-of-the-mill morning feels more special, more complete, with him there.

To be honest, I'm not sure what the take-home point of this little essay is. It bears mentioning that in all actuality, when I blew out my candles on my thirteenth birthday cake, my wish had already been granted. I've known my husband since I was nine. I'm not sure if I find that point incredibly tragic or incredibly romantic - sometimes it hurts my heart that we were a long-term missed connection, and sometimes I accept the fact that it couldn't have happened any other way. I have to say, though - the tinge of sadness, that longing for love that I felt on all of my birthdays before I turned 20, was more than made up for when on my 20th birthday I went to blow out my candles and realized that my recurring wish had been granted. No pain, no gain. Here's to many more happy birthdays.

Dress Well: Grey Out

Gap sweater (old), Paige jeans (old), Chuck Taylors, J. Crew necklace (old), TEXI leather bag

This has been my longest, most tiring week of work in quite awhile and I have jury duty today. So that's where my life's at. How are you doing?

The fact that my birthday is on Monday is what's keeping me happy this week. I'm incredibly excited for the fun weekend my husband has lined up - he won't really tell me what all we're doing, but it sounds like it will include more than our fair share of celebrating.

You know the other thing that's making me happy this week? $20 Gap sweaters that could pass for $200 cashmere sweaters. The cost-per-wear that I've gotten out of this baby is unbelievable.





DSC_3551Next time you see me, I'll be 25.

Have a great weekend!