“I’m so happy we eloped,” one of us said — It doesn’t matter who because we both felt that way. Eloping meant this — him and me, intertwined fingers, talking and truly seeing one another.
I believe in being honest and open so here are my confessions . . .
It’s April Fool’s Day — a time for jokes and pranks and hoaxes. A time to instill doubt, second-guesses, concern, dare I say a smidge bit of worry. A time when trusting individuals are turned to fools, and loyal individuals become tricksters. April Fool’s Day — a time when . . . let’s be honest . . . a time when Andrew proposed to me.
EEE! My essay was accepted for submission into a contest on my coveted Appalachian Trail! Now can I ask for your help to try to win . . . If so, read this post for more! xoxo
I was confused until my mom used the word ‘honey,’ not in the good way the nickname ‘honey’ can be used. This was the down South, bless-your-heart type of ‘honey’ . . . and I knew then I had seriously let my mother down.
This year marks a decade of me standing by my team. And that’s pretty special, pretty huge for me. But it’s not just me standing by the Red Sox; my team has stood by me. In each game of those ten years, they’ve made me want to gain more baseball knowledge than the previous year. It’s here the Red Sox taught me the most important lesson, too: Baseball is a symbol, standing for something larger. Baseball is not “just a sport.” Baseball is life.
This past Tuesday marked James’ and my four-month wedding anniversary. Four months… meaning almost a half a year together! Half a YEAR! So many aspects in my life have changed. The way I think. The way I act. How I feel. Our present and future, colliding into one large bubbling-over life together. Married life. And it’s all so completely, wonderfully overwhelming.
Getting married and going on a honeymoon with your newbie husband is one of the most meaningful, private, exciting moments in life. And right then, my mind was made up to share our adventure.