A couple weeks ago, we celebrated nine years of marriage. Our anniversary was on a Wednesday, so the actual day was mostly routine, apart from a special celebratory fika in the afternoon with our favorite sourdough cinnamon rolls (always sans frosting and subbing in cardamom for half the cinnamon) and coffee. I showed Cooper pictures from our wedding day–something we hadn't done before actually– and it was fun for him to flip through the album and recognize familiar faces, including much younger mommy and daddy.
Towards the end of January, we celebrated Nicholas' birthday. It was a Wednesday, so the bulk of the day was normal, adult happenings. The day prior, I prepared the base for sourdough cinnamon rolls to long ferment. The morning of, Cooper and I finished making the rolls: we mixed, rolled, filled, sliced, and baked them. It was so sweet to make them together for daddy.
Every January, I assemble a blog post of sorts that catalogs our year. Largely organized in list-form, I touch on the big and little things, events and thoughts and experiences that shaped our life over the last year. I do find this incredibly helpful as a sort of reflection, a glance back on the Lord's faithfulness, to show me, time and time again, that He is a good God. And with that mindset, I feel less encumbered as we continue on into the new year, more ready to face a full year of new, fresh days, with the heart attitude that regardless of what the days will hold, mundane or exciting, difficult or good, I can walk into the future with hope and trust in Him. Plus, I do enjoy looking back on a lot of the little details of our life, the ones that make me smile or think, Oh, yes! We loved that! What a little joy in our life.
This past Tuesday, we celebrated eight years of marriage. It feels like I've spent so much of my life being Nicholas' wife, and also, I can hardly believe that our wedding day was eight years ago.
Every year, I write a love letter to Nicholas on his birthday, or at least the week of his birthday. I'm just continuing on a theme where I'm a month+ late with any time-specific posts. And that's okay. Belated love letters have no less significance.
Now that we're well into January, I'm sitting down to write and glance back at the last year. I'm not much of a resolution-maker (not fundamentally opposed, just not for me), but I do find it's healthiest for my heart and mind to reflect and then continue on into the next year. Like every single year, there are good, hard, and in-between snippets and seasons.
This past Monday, August 17, marked seven years of marriage for us. Celebrating each year looks a little different, especially this year, with a pandemic and last year with a newborn, but it is oh-so-sweet to celebrate our marriage.
This past weekend was Nicholas' thirtieth birthday! It feels a little surreal to me that we've celebrated more than a decade of birthdays together. We had a mellow celebration weekend for him. Saturday, we stayed at home, with the exception of a short walk outside in the falling snow(!) for me. We had sausage, eggs, and toast for breakfast, and I made us some special coffee and baked a butterscotch cake. Cooper and Nicholas played together a lot, all day long. We ate leftover soup for lunch, and then lasagna soup for supper (so yummy)! Cooper didn't have great naps, but that did mean he and his daddy got a lot of quality time together.
Every year, I find it a bit therapeutic to look back on the last year. I know my heart is bent toward nostalgia, and at times, I wonder if that is one of the reasons I find looking back easier than looking forward. That's something for me to mull over, perhaps. All that said, at the close of a year, I find that it is good heart medicine to ruminate over the good, the hard, and the in-between. To think on the things that are the same, things that are wildly different, what didn't produce joy, and what did.
This past Saturday, August 17, marked six years of marriage for us. This anniversary was wildly different for us for lots of reasons (hello, baby boy!) When I look back on the last year of our marriage, there was so much that was hard and good, and the impetus for growth.
This past weekend, Nicholas and I took a whirlwind trip to my hometown in Minnesota to see family and have my third and final baby shower. Friday, I drove to pick up Nicholas from his workplace downtown Chicago, and then we hopped on the road (albeit through some Chicago traffic), heading north.
This past Saturday was Nicholas' birthday! My sister-in-law, Katelyn, has been visiting us the last several days. The three of us started his birthday out with an early breakfast at Snooze, followed by coming home and opening his birthday gifts. Katelyn and I baked a Mary Berry cake recipe—vanilla with chocolate buttercream—and we drank decaf coffee and ate cake after Nicholas blew out his twenty-nine candles. We played Dominion, one of his birthday gifts, and spent a cozy evening inside, with rice and crispy orange shrimp for supper. On Sunday, we went to church, got tacos at Tacodeli, and then headed out in the sunshine to Zilker Park to watch puppies play in the dog park and get a walk in. That evening, we played some more Dominion, ate sloppy joes for supper, and FaceTimed his family. It was a wonderful weekend celebrating Nicholas.