Once again, I flew off the radar! No, it hasn't been quite five years since I blogged last, but having a baby in February + several very demanding (incredible!) full-scale planning events have put this on the backburner. We all need grace, and this is certainly one of those areas I need it in! (Priorities > blogging)
But five years! Five years ago, I was getting my nails painted and dashing off to pick up last-minute wedding props and showing up late to my own rehearsal and panickedly calling my wedding venue owner because Drew left his late mother's diamond engagement ring on a table before another big event that was happening after we rehearsed. Tomorrow will be our fifth wedding anniversary (and no, I sadly haven't picked out a wooden gift for Drew... we definitely fail on the whole gift-giving thing at this time of year).
Five years have seen us survive the CPA exam, two pregnancies and subsequent chunky babies, buy a house, start a business, get a couple of unfortunate diagnoses, drink a lot of wine, and eat a lot of Mexican food. We've been out of the country twice, to Charleston countless times, moved twice, and celebrated Christmas and Thanksgiving at the beach a LOT.
We gained and lost 60-something pounds between the two of us over five years. We stopped eating bread for the most part and discovered a legitimately good $5 sparkling wine (Trader Joe's Secco -- you're welcome.). We've painted walls and a deck, assembled a lot of furniture (and an insanely complicated play kitchen), hung and rewired a chandelier, planted and killed a ton of basil, and swept a lot of floors.
We bought two new cars, sold the damn Jeep, adopted a second cat, and talked endlessly about our imaginary poodle Lulu (who will one day be my diabetic alert dog). We've laughed, cried, dreamed, prayed, fought, and spent way too much money on a couch our cat destroyed in about a week. We made it through yoga teacher training, a four-month stint working in Knoxville, high-risk pregnancies, an ant infestation, and nearly getting scammed by some dude in Africa pretending to rent us a house in Franklin.
We've been to funerals and weddings, held friends' babies at hospitals, thrown showers, and shared a lot of dinners with friends. Drew met his best friend who happens to be marrying my college roommate / friend from and for forever, who we happened to name our second baby after. I met my estranged grandmother, and my daughters met all three of their living great-grandmothers. I birthed a baby the same exact day as my best friend (both girls).
We've learned countless lessons over the course of five years: to not make assumptions in business, to turn on water and electricity and gas when you move into a new house, that a relaxing vacation usually means we're coming back to something challenging, to make friends with neighbors, to always have a spare key, that investing in the kingdom of God always has great ROI, to fail to plan is to plan to fail, how much our parents actually love us, to forge our own paths, that we're awfully resilient, the value in persistence and loyalty, and that baby mole our cat chased into our kitchen is actually a shrew. We've made a lot of guacamole (AKA avocado + garlic + pink sea salt), a lot of french press coffee, and finally bought a crockpot.
We've become totally different people than we were five years ago (particularly when I was handed a brand new brain in 2015 upon Lilly's arrival into the world), but I like us so much more now. We are abundantly wealthy, with medical insurance and running water and HVAC and working cars and shelter and clothes and groceries, more than we could ever want or need and family nearby.
We have been blessed beyond measure these last five years. I can't imagine what could top this in 5 more, but I'm willing to stick around and see what happens, to say the least.
Happy anniversary, Drew!