I had intended on documenting today as another un-wordy Sunday but… well, my day started at 4:47am, when I got out of bed, unable to sleep because my temperature was totally out of whack and went back on hold when I crawled into the guest bed so as not to keep up The Boy with my tossing and sheet-pulling.
You can imagine how photogenic today was, yes?
A couple Tylenol and several hours of fever-induced dreams later, I awoke to greet The Boy who wasn’t feeling so great himself, having been run down for a couple days prior. Happy anniversary to us!
The day actually got better from there, with a crepe breakfast (yay!) and a phone call to my mom (admittedly to ask her what the proper ratio of rice to water for congee is — answer: 1:11 or 12) whereupon she wished us “Happy, happy, happy!” and also that I should get plenty of bed rest.
We’d intended on taking a walk through some NCC property with the Smelly, a laid-back picnic (subs or shawarma), maybe a motorcycle ride along one of the parkways, and of course, to eat some of our wedding cake, preserved this past year in the freezer by yours truly. Well… we got to eat the cake (delicious!).
Our day was basically spent shuffling about the house, in my case making congee, occasionally napping, or lazing in front of the tv, or other low-key activities. The Boy played around a bit with Boxee and I finally got a (small) start on a scrapbooking project I thought up three years ago.
The Boy surprised me by giving me a very sweet card. I had tried to combine both themes for year one (paper and clock) by making him an origami pendulum clock but… it was something of a dismal failure. Luckily, The Boy has a good sense of humour. (I’m still going to try again with thinner paper, though.)
Given that both of us feel like our skulls are being crammed with 8 times their capacity, I actually think that today was a wonderful day: calm, filled with shared activities, low-key, not rushed. However, since neither of us are looking our best, I’ll go with a photo from last year, which featured a day similarly joyous if not exactly low-key:
That shot is of us during our first dance and it’s one of many, many pictures I have that I really like from our wedding day. I think it sums up this past year really well: we’re shuffling through our lives together, still figuring out the footwork (and hoping no one can tell), both having fun and usually with The Boy making me laugh at something or other.
Thank you for another wonderful year, Boy, and a fantastic first year of being married. I always figured that being a wife would be satisfying and fulfilling, but I hadn’t really thought about it being as much fun as it has been. The time has flown by — was it really a whole year ago? — and although I know our coming adventures will probably whoosh by just as quickly, I look forward to slowing down and cherishing each of those moments with you. Happy anniversary.