To look at the photos, all we've gone through together are slightly different hairstyles on my part, while Angel's hair stays exactly the same. Reality has been a bit more complicated, and far more exciting.
Three years later, we're still celebrating. I don't have any idea what Angel's plans for today are, but I do know he's been planning. In addition to mystery plans, Angel also wrote this blog post in honor of our 3rd wedding anniversary. ......................................................................
This last year has been the easiest, funniest, and most loving
year compared to the first two. I understand Rachel much better and anticipate
her needs, which is why this is much easier now. Ever since the bear costume, bats, discovering Rachel's similarities with baby Sarah, and adventures with our siblings, things have been more fun and adventurous. Rachel
continues to be the one I love and I’m sure many husbands feel the same
way about their spouses and for those who do thank you for being men and
committing. Rachel is all I think of on my drive home from a long 12
hour shift at work. I see her smile as I walk in the door and she says,
“BABY!” every time I come home.
If Rachel has been gone for more
than 5 hours I get a little dry on my Rachel tank and need to write her
notes, or cook her a meal, or do something special because I think of
Rachel is happy, Rachel is my first white wife, Rachel fits all the
criteria of what biblical love is along with “crazy.” Rachel is intense,
passionate, and has no fear where I have all the caution in the world.
Rachel can’t be described, even her way of dressing can’t be described.
Rachel is truly an acquired taste.
I remember the first time I drank
root beer soda, which was at a Carman concert and I was thirsty and my
friend bought me root beer and I was like, "What is this?!" But after I drank it, I loved it. I remember having blue cheese, ranch, and honey for the
first time and not liking them at all...but now, I love them. Before I thought these things were
weird, like Rachel, but then I found that they were good,
but I never would have discovered that if I hadn't gotten outside my comfort zone. Living with Rachel
has definitely stretched my comfort zone. Now I put ranch on my fries,
blue cheese on my pizza, honey in my green tea, root beer with my meals,
and Rachel in my life.
Rachel is my next of kin, wife, spouse, partner, not just my girlfriend
or fiancée. She is my real deal! I take pride in
marriage, in the wedding band I have with her, and in our commitment.
I’m glad to be equally yoked with her. I’ve heard of special wives that
are 1 in 10,000’s and I know Rachel is one of them. Happy Anniversary
*Notes on the outfit: Look, I'm wearing a little necklace and two bracelets. Impressive amount of jewelry for me!
Let's talk about jewelry. I'm never seen without my rings, and I have a couple necklaces and bracelets that definitely come out of storage when I think about them. I'm more likely to wear blingy clothes or hairpieces than actual jewelry, but I still like wearing it.
What do you think about guys wearing jewelry? I think this can be a very polarizing subject. Some ladies love it, while others, like me, can't stand the look.
Angel used to wear jewelry. He wore a couple turquoise and silver rings when I met him...which have since disappeared as they should. He still has a ring his Mom gave him for college graduation, but I've never seen him wear it. These days, he wears his wedding ring but no other jewelry.
I've seen pictures, though, of the years before I ever met him. I stalked his facebook page years ago and found photos of him wearing necklaces. I laughed and laughed and I told him I thought he looked ridiculous (I'm, like, the nicest wife ever.) Strangely, I can't find those pictures anymore. He must have taken my very subtle hint and deleted them.
A lot of my guy friends in high school had pierced ears (thankfully, Angel never did). I grew up with plenty of guys who wore jewelry frequently...but I just don't like the look at all. I don't find a guy wearing bling attractive. I think I'm metallic and sparkly enough for the two of us, so I'm glad Angel grew out of his jewelry-wearing phase.
How about you? Do you like a man wearing a necklace, or not so much? I know there's ladies firmly parked in both camps, so I'm interested in your opinion!
For a blog entitled "The Random Writings," I don't write random posts often. I think it's the rule follower in me. I like thesis sentences and conclusions. But once in a while, random is fun. For example:
- I discovered recently that it's possible to use a butter knife to pry/scrape off bits of hardened melted plastic that just happen to be on the hot plate of your iron. (I have a complicated relationship with fusible interfacing.) Warning: Scratches to your iron may occur. But at that point I didn't care.
--We're getting a partial new roof thanks to the most severe windstorm we've experienced since Angel and I moved here! Woke up to a yard full of scattered shingles, that was an adventure.
-I can tell that I'm a cosmetologist when I see the word "highlight" and think blond instead of exciting event. And when I have a hard time saying "wash" my hair instead of "shampoo" my hair.
- Angel is the crazy cat man as usual. Sometimes he wakes up in the night to go and check on his cats. They're feisty tomcats that hunt their own dinner, Honey, not newborn babies.
- My Mom keeps asking, "Do you have (blank)?" when trying to make something in my kitchen, and then I say, "Mom! Why do you always phrase it "Do you have...?" It's almost as if you don't think I have anything! I have a real grown-up kitchen! I have stuff!"
And then she said, "Do you have a paring knife and cornstarch?"
And I say, "No...but I have a steak knife and flour! Those are good substitutes!"
So maybe it would be more accurate if I claimed that I had a grown up kitchen where creative substitution is encouraged.
- We're awesome at Dance Dance Revolution. Seriously, more than once, people have stopped at the arcade and stood there watching us for a couple dances because they're entertained by our steps. And we regularly create new high scores on the machine. Actually, we're not all that great at it. I usually play on the "easy" level and get an "A" and Angel usually plays on the "expert" level and fails miserably. My theory is that there aren't a whole lot of people who attend our local arcade who have actually figured out how to play Dance Dance Revolution, so we're quite skillful by comparison.
-I bet you didn't know that it's nearly impossible to find good scrubs for a man who doesn't wear L or XL. I always go to the uniform store with Angel, and I pick out which cute scrubs I would wear if I were forced to wear scrubs...but man, it takes forever for him to find anything that will work, sometimes he has to resort to special ordering pieces. One time, when we were checking out, the cashier said, "You know this is a woman's top, right?" Yes, we did. But it really wasn't obvious, it was more unisex, so he could get away with it. When you're limited to a very specific color, with a sufficient number of pockets, in one particular size--it's tough to find scrubs for a guy. And, the cuter women's scrubs get, the harder it is for him to find scrubs that look sufficiently manly.
-American Thanksgiving was yesterday. I bet you didn't know that! I know you're probably crushed that I didn't let you know in time to actually have the turkey dinner. I was too busy eating and playing games yesterday to blog, but I feel sadly responsible for your lack of information. Next year I'll commit to being more prepared and letting you know in advance that Thanksgiving will be happening on the fourth Thursday of November. This year, I'm most thankful for this big life change.
What do you think? Do I pull off "random," or not so much?