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Two Days/Years/Lifetimes

My sweet and I playing with our pup on our two-year anniversary

Silly selfie of my sweet and me playing with our pup on a very low-key wedding anniversary {we both worked in the morning, then played Bananagrams in the backyard and went to an outdoor taqueria}

My husband and I celebrated our two-year wedding anniversary this month, and — man, oh man — there’s nothing like a milestone to make you abundantly aware of what a trickster time is. Lounging in our backyard playing with our dog and his crush of the moment (a squeaky, stuffed-cow toy), my husband and I marveled at how vividly we can still remember our wedding day. I can recall not only every minute of that day, but all the emotions, smells, sounds, and other sensations, too. The way I’m able walk back through that day in my mind and relive all of its mushy moments is beyond photo-realistic, making the phrase “it feels like only yesterday” seem like a major understatement. And yet, when I think about all that has happened since those moments of white satin and purple lisianthus — about the career changes, moves, house renovations, and different health crazes passionately adopted then quickly abandoned by a certain well-meaning-but-chocolate-addicted someone — our wedding seems like it happened way more than just two years ago.

So, exactly how is it possible that a day can exist 24 hours and a lifetime ago all at once?

Answer: I have no frickin clue…

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Sweet Nothings

Sisters

Although we no longer team up to dig my mom’s car out of the snow every winter and pelt each other with snowballs, my sisters are an ever-present part of me

I’m taking a quick trip back to Massachusetts to attend my cousin’s wedding this summer, and I’m already giddy with excitement about the time I’ll get to spend with my sisters… Sisterhood is such a precious and funny thing. You go through childhood both hating and loving each other fiercely, and if you’re lucky you escape into your adult years as friends. You get your sense of loyalty and morality from each other, and you first learn from one another the oh-so-painful lesson of what it means to hurt the feelings of someone you truly love. For this reason, there is absolutely no point in pretending around sisters – they know exactly who you are in your ugliest moments, and you have no choice but to be hopelessly honest and flawed around each other. Maybe that’s why I feel so serene in the few days I get to spend with my sisters each year – they know I’m ridiculous and far from perfect, yet they love me anyway. There’s such a strange peace in that, and there’s nothing I enjoy more than sitting on a porch playing cards with these two gals while making fun of anything and everything on the planet…

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Love

Goodbye, Dear Wedding Dress

The folds of satin to which I just bid adieu… Hanging in a tree, naturally. Photo credit: Clayton Austin

This weekend I boxed up my wedding dress to mail it off to Oregon, where it will be sold through Brides Against Breast Cancer. I had the dress cleaned more than a month ago and bought a big shipping box the very same day, but it has taken me until now to muster up the courage to say goodbye. This sounds so petty when I think about the courage it takes for women to battle the very same disease I’m donating my dress in order to help fight, but what I’ve realized as I’ve clung tight to my wedding gown and ignored the cardboard box looming in the middle of my apartment is this: I’m donating the dress for far more reasons than just a charitable cause…

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Love

My Kind of Timeless

That day we got married on a cliff by the sea. Photo credit: Clayton Austin

When you look forward to one specific day your whole life, it’s an understatement to say you build up a residue of misconceptions. When this day involves a wedding, the misconceptions only multiply. There were the gauzy delusions I clung to as a child of Cinderella dresses, candlelight, and peony garlands; the teenage fantasies of eloping barefoot in jeans; and then there were even the adult ideals I clung to up until my wedding day. Although my sweet and I ended up meticulously planning a seaside ceremony somewhere in between a princess fête and a bohemian elopement in which almost every detail met our expectations, there was one thing I simply couldn’t foresee: the fact that I would actually be living out that mythical day. This is to say: I not only thought my wedding would loom on the horizon indefinitely, but I also thought that whenever the day did arrive I would magically become someone else.

Brides are elegant ladies who do not curse, make sarcastic remarks, or communicate via goofy facial expressions after all, so I anticipated that when it finally came time to say my vows I would be more like this elegant, timeless creature and less like me. A sense of timelessness did envelop the day, but sarcastic statements certainly flowed freely from my lips and I’m surprised even now as I find myself about to tell you the story of this silly gal marrying the love of her life on a cliff…

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Love

Roadmaps and Bridges

My sis helping me down the path to our “first look.” Photo credit: Clayton Austin

The road to a wedding holds so many unique moments that are all at once unexpected and predictable (thanks to the nature of traditions). Since my love and I were planning such a tiny wedding, however, we were very diligent about making sure our nuptials felt steeped in enough traditions to balance out the gads of unexpected events ahead of us. Perhaps the most noteworthy tradition we adhered to was that of my groom not seeing my dress before the big day (er, big moment on the big day). This was a little logistically challenging thanks to our recent move and downsized living quarters, but the thrill of secrecy and the build up to the time when my beau would finally see me in my wedding dress made me beyond giddy. I carefully layered multiple garment bags over my dress the moment it arrived from the designer, and I constantly draped additional blankets over these bags to ensure my sweet couldn’t catch even the faintest outline of my dress even in the starkest lights…

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Love

Memorable Mornings

Misty field of flowers on our wedding day. Photo credit: Clayton Austin

I’ve decided to share my wedding story with you in tiny snippets over the course of several Fridays, in hopes both that these small doses will be enjoyable for you and will help me wrangle my memories properly. On this lovely Friday, I figure I’ll start at the very beginning: the morning of my wedding day. The morning turned out to be one of those unexpectedly special moments of the day, after all, and the more that I think about it the more I realize it’s these times – the ones not yet touched by the shimmer of makeup or documented by a professional photographer – that I really want to remember. It isn’t easy to hold onto all these moments seeing as I was a barely functioning insomniac leading up to our wedding day, but somehow I do recall waking up from a short sleep that morning to the sound of my husband-to-be letting out an involuntary “aww” in the darkness of our hotel room. He’d just discovered the toy car and love note I’d left above the fireplace (a little tradition I have for marking special occasions together), and he tiptoed over to kiss me on the forehead before ordering me to fall back to sleep. This was an impossible order to obey, so I crawled out of bed and opened the bathroom door to find a room full of shower steam and one big heart in the center of the foggy mirror…

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Love

Togetherness Foreverness

A soldier and his girlfriend in Penn Station circa 1944

It has been 15 days since our wedding, and my husband is already boarding a China-bound red eye just to get away from me. Yup, I’m that insufferable…All kidding aside, if I hadn’t know about this Asian business trip several months in advance I think I probably would be drowning in paranoia right now and counting all the ways I’m apparently rapid-fire failing as a wife. It’s always easy to worry that we’re doing something wrong in our relationships after all, and the fact that married people tend to act like marriage is a secret club filled with transcendental experiences doesn’t exactly help me stave off these worries as a newlywed. I mean, am I alone in this or have you also heard innumerable accounts of “Marriage is the best!” or “You think it won’t change things, but everything feels different when you’re married!” – sound familiar? Well, as an unabashed newlywed I’ll just come out and admit to you that my life doesn’t feel all that different now than it did 15 days ago…

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Art and Architecture, Inspiring Tidbits

Artists, Artists Everywhere

My wedding bouquet designed by Alena Jean, who captured the exact mix of whimsy and tradition that defines my style (this is referring to my good days, of course)

As I plot out a series of wedding posts to share with you over the coming weeks, one thing striking me about that happy blur of a day is the number of creative souls it gave me the pleasure of interacting with. You see, even though my love and I are a DIY couple through and through, we decided to splurge and entrust a few things to the experts (such as, photography, hair, makeup and flowers). While this achieved the intended effect of letting us relax a bit on our wedding day, it also had the unintentional result of truly inspiring me. The reason? Every single expert/vendor was a real artist – someone who approaches her/his craft with passion and works daily to make a living as a creative professional…

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Love, Travel

Wedding Week In Review

Bicycle beside a basket of lavender for sale at a restaurant in Carmel, CA

The past seven days have been some of the most unforgettable of my life. Part of the reason for this has been the milestones and the epic nature of Northern California’s scenery, but most of what’s singed these 168 hours into my memory has been the people who jam packed every single second with reminders of why I love them. Since you, my darling readers, are also some of the most important and lovable people in my life, I figured I would write this post in an attempt to share this time with you. I’ll start by telling you that days before spotting the above bicycle wheels in Carmel, my sweet and I drove a vintage Porsche to the San Mateo County Clerk’s Office to turn in our marriage license. With the wind whipping throughout the convertible’s open top and the misty, redwood mountains on every side, I felt like we were stars of an old movie…

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