Saturday.
48° and overcast.
A morning with endless pots of coffee.
At-home quinoa and veggie bowls with an over-easy egg.
Daniel covering Who Says We’re Through by The Band CAMINO.
Couch cuddles with Oakley.
Hiking familiar trails with friends.
Dropping by Daniel’s crossfit gym for a Halloween party.
Mackenzie and Jerod (f i n a l l y !!) getting engaged.
Happy heart.
Our love is O N E !
It’s a normal day, like so many, but holds more significance than most. 365. When will this stop catching me by surprise, that I’m married? (Shouldn’t this make me feel more adult?) Today we celebrate three-hundred-and-sixty-five days of marriage. I can’t believe it’s here — it seems like both yesterday and so long ago that we said our I do’s. This has been a year of growth for both of us and I couldn’t be more thankful we aren’t the same people we were a year ago. Marriage has taught me how to really put someone before myself but also showed me my selfishness. I’ll take the good with the bad.
We drove up north Thursday night and spent the long weekend relaxing, reading, enjoying the brisk fall weather and enjoying each other. I drank endless pumpkin spice k-cups and we indulged in all the comfort food. I made what seems to be my seventeenth pot of chili and we sipped Pinot Grigio and tased about the future. It rained on Saturday which proved to be the perfect napping/book reading weather. We bought Sequence to keep at the camper as well so we played a few rounds before getting bored and wanting to do more of nothing. This weekend was nice. No timeframes, no to do’s. Just us. We shared pieces of pumpkin cheesecake last night as a pre-anniversary celebration and Daniel commented that he didn’t even realize we had it at our wedding. As in, the cake we cut into and fed each other. During all the indulging, Daniel said he’s starting Whole30 once we get home. I agreed.
The sun was shining as we made the trek home this morning, the 60° temps made for a cozy drive home with the obligatory hot Starbies in hand. Now, as I type, we’re cuddled up in the living room with open windows, cuddled under blankets, watching Packers vs Cowboys. It’s the beginning of the fourth and we’re up by 21. Once we win, I’ll go whip up a yummy pan of homemade Indian Butter Chicken, extra curry to celebrate. Our anniversary and the game.
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