tough as iron, sweet as candy

Tomorrow, I will be celebrating my six year wedding anniversary!

And, in total harmony with the traditional gifts for this milestone (as listed in the title of this post), I am so truly lucky to be married to the toughest, yet sweetest guy I have ever had the pleasure of knowing!

Instead of sounding like a broken record (as is probably the case whenever I talk about my husband and/or our marriage), I wanted to do something a tiny bit different with this post ... So I dug through my (our) extensive stash of relationship memorabilia and found the card I wrote on our wedding day.

Almost exactly six years ago.

Have a peek ...

This is only a small part of it:

My Dearest,

I am so honored that you chose to spend your life with me. I know that I can make you happy and I will do my very best to spend each day doing so. I feel in a way like no other when we are together ... I feel special, and loved, and so many other things.

Many people have asked me if I am nervous about this wedding. I am so proud that I can honestly tell them "no." I have never been more sure that marrying you is so perfect and right. I can't wait for our first kiss, our first introduction as "Mr. and Mrs.," our first dance, and our many other firsts! I know that as long as I have you as my husband I will be content and all will be right in my little world. You are the greatest gift God has given to me and I am thankful every day for my good fortune.

My world would not be the same without you.

I will end this now. I'm sure that my long-windedness is hard to take on a day like today. If you get anything from this, just know that I love you and I always will. Who knows? Maybe one day our kids will look at this and think how corny their Mom and Dad are ... But I wouldn't have it any other way!

I love you! Now I really can't wait to be your bride!

Love Always,

Emily

Many of the sentiments (if you ignore all the statements about "firsts") still ring incredibly true today, all these years later. In fact, they sound eerily like something that might show up in our sixth anniversary card.

Just as I was back then, I am still so sure about us as a couple.

While some things are still the same as they were six years ago ... And some things are so very different, we are still standing strong. Through it all our friendship remains our solid foundation and our love only continues to grow and deepen and (dare I say) mature with each day that passes. I am so content and blessed by, not only my husband, but by the little family that we have begun building together.

I couldn't imagine my life any different than it is today ... And, to think, each moment (good and bad) that we have spent along those six years has brought us to this exact place!

I can't wait to see what the next six will bring ...

adorably dorky

WARNING: This post contains multiple levels of dorkiness!

I have been waiting (Seriously ... Waiting and waiting!!) for the day I'd be able to compose a post about the shirt in the following outfit. From the second I opened up the gift bag at Christmas and saw it inside, I knew that I'd be blogging about it.

It had to be showcased.

It deserved to be proudly displayed across the internet!


Let me set this up by saying I've never been one of the "cool kids."

One of the "popular" crowd.

For as long as I can remember, I have always been a little bit awkward, off beat, unfashionable, and too smart (and often full of useless knowledge) for my own good ...

That's why it is so easy for me, especially today as an adult, to label myself as a "nerd."

There is no shame in it. I embrace the title.

I'm proud of who I am.

In my mind, being a bit nerdy shows that I care more about intelligence and inner strengths than outward appearance. More about being unique and true to myself (and my own likes and dislikes) than to what others believe to be "the flavor of the month."

It shows that I don't need the best or newest merchandise to find happiness ... The fact that I was able to thrift name brand, practically unused (and unblemished!) shoes excites me more than if I bought the exact same thing at the regular store!


Being a "nerd" is inherent to who I am.

It is part of my identity and, in many ways, I hope that it becomes part of Malcolm's too.

I want him to see that it's okay to be yourself ... To like what you like, and dislike what you don't, and to make no excuses for being uniquely you.

From what I can tell, he's already got the "brainy" end of things down ...

He loves catching Sesame Street every morning and settling in for a good book every now and then ...

Tee shirt: Now & Zen (gift)
Shorts: Circo (thrifted for $1.00)
Canvas shoes: Baby Gap (thrifted for $2.00)

And he looks darn cute with his silk-screened pocket protector, thick-rimmed glasses, and suspenders ...

merry-go-round

All that's missing are the horses ...

the looooong goodbye

My husband and I, although we are very much alike, come from families that tend to do things very differently. That's not to say that one family is "right" and the other "wrong," or anything like that ... We are lucky to have such incredible, supportive, families ... It's that our collective perception of "normal" can be at odds every now and then.

The biggest example that comes to mind is the way our families typically say "good-bye" when it is time to go ...

After any time spent together, my family, quickly dishes out hugs and kisses, and basically pushes us out the door with little fanfare.

My husband's family also gives out hugs and kisses, but the good-bye takes a great deal longer. New conversations begin and end, then we all spill out of the house (and sometimes down the driveway and to the car) together.

All this to say that Malcolm is beginning to take after his Dad (and that side of the family) in respect to his "good-byes" from a given location ... Basically, he has to wave at everything before he can officially leave the area.

For example, after the weekly Munchkin Storytime session was over at our local library, Malcolm, ready to go home, began the routine:

He waved at the letter cards (Each. Individual. Letter.) which organize the picture books in the kid's area ...

He waved at wooden toys and foamy blocks on the floor ...

He waved at the cushioned stools which lined the wall ...

He waved at the librarian (and Storytime leader's) empty desk ...

He waved at a structural column which supports the library's high ceiling ...

He waved at a cardboard cutout, advertising some young adult literature ...

He waved at a colorful construction paper sign encouraging "Summer Reading" ...

He waved at a metal cart stacked high with books and CDs ...

He waved at a table covered in newly-returned DVDs ...

He waved at the Star Wars display case and all the memorabilia inside ...

He waved at a chair next to the exit doors ...

He waved at the exit doors themselves ...

He waved at lots and lots (and lots!) of inanimate objects and, after each one, waited patiently for me to say "Good-bye [insert name of object here]" before moving on.

We may have gotten a few funny looks, but (What can I say?) the kid comes by it honestly!

the watering hole

Late last week, we were lucky enough to spend an evening at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo with my husband's side of the family ... But, wouldn't you know?

Malcolm didn't appreciate the chauffeured wagon ride ...


Or any of the animals for that matter ...


Instead, the highlight (for him) was climbing around on a brick drinking fountain ...

Tee-shirt: Sonoma (thrifted for $1.00)
Jean shorts: Garanimals (thrifted for $1.00)
Shoes: Sketchers (thrifted for $0.50)

Just like a crocodile waiting to devour an unsuspecting antelope, the evil little grin says it all.

Maybe he'll actually be interested in the animals next year ...