To the Man I Love*

Four years ago today I put on a big white dress (and cute white sandals) and married my Hubster. There were no doubts, no second thoughts–just more love than I ever thought possible. In that moment I had no idea how our life would turn out, I only knew that I could no longer imagine life without him.

Someone once told me to treasure every day because they will fly by, but I had no just how quickly the years can pass. I honestly can’t believe that it’s already been four years–that’s like officially out of “newlywed” territory! We’re oldie-weds now! We’re off to enjoy a nice dinner together and then we’re going to see the most romantic movie of the year–District 9.

Are we romantic? haha

We both love action films and have been waiting for this film to come out for ages. So while it’s not Sleepless in Seattle (♥), we’re excited to go. :)

In honour of our 4 years of marriage, I want to tell you four things that I love about my Hubster. He’s only ever made one appearance as an author on my blog, so it’s really up to me to show you how fabulous I think he is.

And he’s kinda cute too. :)

1. He supports me through everything. While I’ve been unemployed this summer the Hubs has been wonderful in doing everything he can to help me find a job / help me not feel like a complete failure for not having one. After my nutso interview yesterday (after which I ended up in tears… there is a blog post coming) he arrived home with beautiful flowers and a huge hug. We both decided the company was stupid anyway. haha

2. He makes me laugh. I don’t know how anyone could survive life today without laughter… he is always doing something to get me to smile, and he has the most infectious laugh I’ve ever heard. He laughs with me, never at me (ok, maybe sometimes when I do something reeeally stupid… which is actually kinda often… hahhaha) and makes every day just a little bit brighter just because he was in it. I’d give you some examples of his craziness but I might get in trouble… haha!

3. He works so hard. My Hubs is not a giver-upper, and I’ve always admired that. When he has a problem or wants to learn to do something, he works and works until he figures it out. I’d get bored or give up, but not my Hubs! He worked so hard last winter to find a good job (in a good city… it’s equally important) and it paid off. We’re now happy as clams in our little home in Pretty City and he is doing very well at his grown-up job. When we went back for our graduations in June he was one of a handful of people in his class that had secured a good job in this crazy recession.

4. He brings out the best in me. Through our years of marriage he has taught me over and over again that if I’m not happy with something I don’t have to settle–I can change it. One of my biggest battles has been with my self-image, and over the years my confidence in myself has grown and now is he helping me with some changes I want to make to the outside. I’ve always been “afraid” of going to the gym, but he started going with me sporadically through the winter, and yesterday came with me to sign up for a membership so that we can go together. He believes in me, even when I have little belief in myself. He makes me feel beautiful, inside and out.

Now, I know he’s going to read this, look over at my desk (we share an office now) and tell me that I am the Queen of ‘Cheesiness’, but I don’t care. He secretly loves my cheesiness. ;)

I love you, Hubster… thank you for a wonderful 4 years. Here’s to year five!

Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend*

As our wedding anniversary is quickly approaching, I like to dream about things the Hubster might buy me… and this year I can’t stop thinking about diamonds. After all, they say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, right?

Four and half years ago the Hubster got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I saw he had an engagement ring in his hands, but I was too busy saying yes to his beautiful proposal ten times to really get a good look at it. It was much later, after he’d left for the evening, that I really got a chance to meet my first diamond…

…and I love it.

He picked out the ring by himself and gave me a princess cut, white gold, solitaire diamond ring (which is exactly what I would have picked out for myself!!). So really, when he possesses such fabulous diamond picking skills, am I not doing him a disservice by not allowing him to practice—to expand upon this talent?

I thought so too.

I’ve already told the Hubster that for our 10-year wedding anniversary he’s allowed to add a diamond on either side of my current engagement ring… you know, one for each 5 years we’ve been together. I also wouldn’t say no to a second wedding band that sparkles. I thought it was a very thoughtful gesture on my part; I just eliminated any stress of trying to pick out an anniversary gift on that day. Aren’t I a good wifester?? :)

But these days I can’t stop thinking about earrings. I own all these cheap ones (you know, the ones that tarnish after several wears) but I’d really, really love to get a beautiful pair of diamond earrings that I could wear every day. They don’t have to be crazy expensive or fancy, just something simple and elegant. Like me. (hahahahaha)

So ladies, what about you? If you could have your dream jewelery, what would it be?

Tales of a Runaway Wedding Ring*

Many moons ago, in the days before I became the Wifester, the Hubster asked me to marry him and gave me a big beautiful diamond ring. It was so sparkly and beautiful and pretty that I swore that I would never lose it. Now, in those days, I was a scatterbrained 19-year-old student (with near professional procrastinating skills… ha) who lost everything. I could never find my phone unless it was ringing, and had a notorious record for losing my inexpensive jewelry. The Hubster often not-so jokingly told me he was going to secretly replace my pretty sparkly diamond with a hunk of cubic zirconia so that when I lost it he’d still have the real one for me.

I am also notorious for not wearing my jewelry in my house. I am a total weirdo–I hate the feeling of anything on my hands or wrists when I am in my house. The second I walk through the door my watch, bracelet and rings all come off and stay off for the entire duration I am home. Then again, I cannot leave my house without them on. I feel completely naked if I don’t have them on when I leave… to the point that I will actually go back and put them on, even if I’m just running across the street. I know, I know. I’m nuts. haha!

So, when we first got married I would just take my jewelry off and leave it all over the house when we’d come home. I think I freaked the Hubs out a bit that a) I must not actually like my pretty sparkly ring as I refused to wear it at home; or b) I was going to put it in one of those REALLY good storage places and then completely forget where I left them (you know the ones I mean… they always seem like such a good idea at the time… *sigh*). I finally convinced the Hubs that I do, in fact, love my engagement ring and take it off so that I don’t destroy it while I’m at home. I am not always …delicate… as ladies should be and have nightmares of my diamond falling out and disappearing into a floor crack or waving goodbye to me as it spirals down the sink drain.

As to his second fear, in the four years (okay, okay… 3 years, 11 months) that we have been married I have never lost my engagement OR wedding ring (which I also love).

Sidebar: It may be a little difficult to see in the photo as I am the worst photographer ever, but I chose to have my wedding band engraved on the exterior, instead of the traditional interior messages. This way I can see it all the time and it’s a little different! It was terrible trying to find a jeweler who would do it (apparently it’s difficult to do on gold?) but we finally did and I love love love how it turned out. It has our names written on the top, and “Eternity” written on the bottom (what you see in the photo) as the circle is symbol for eternity.

Anyway, I digress. I love my rings and in our 4 years of marriage I have never lost them. Not once. Now here comes the best part–remember how I told you that the Hubs was convinced that I’d lose MY rings? Haaaaaa….. guess who has misplaced his wedding band at LEAST two times? (you’d almost think he was trying to send me a subliminal message or something… HA I kid, I kid. He loves me. :))

The first time wasn’t SO bad… a couple of years ago we had dinner at a friend’s home on a VERY cold day. His ring has always been a bit loose on him, so while drying his freezing hands in their washroom it slipped off his finger into their trash basket directly below the towel. Somehow he made it through the entire evening and back to our apartment before he realized his ring was missing. We tore apart the apartment before we thought to call our friends who quickly located his ring.

The second time was slightly more challenging. As university students it was often impossible to avoid taking evening classes, so it was not uncommon for the Hubs or I to be on our way home from school after 9pm. During the summer the Hubs would often take his super speedy bike to school. One night the Hubster was off at school while I was hanging out at home waiting for him to get back. At around 9:15pm the phone rang. It was the Hubster… this was our conversation:

Me: Hello?

Hubs: Hi… what are you up to?

Me: Hi love! Mmm not much, just waiting for you to get home! Why?

Hubs: Do you think you could come meet me at {insert intersection a 10-minute walk away} and bring a flashlight?

Me: …umm, are you serious? Why?

Hubs: (very hesitantly) I, uh, seemed to have dropped my wedding ring on the ground… and can’t seem to find it.

(What the Hubs DIDN’T tell me that the ring actually slipped off while he was bicycling down a steep hill–again, cold night, loose ring… we need to get that baby sized–and he couldn’t find it in the dark)

Me: …oh, love. It’s reeeeeeeally dark out. I’m not sure I’m comfortable walking that far by myself. (insert fear of wild rapists)

Hubs: Oh, okay. (sounds of heavy breathing and movement in the background) WAIT, I think I see it! Yup, I’ve got it. Never mind babe, I’ll see you soon!

My very logically thinking Hubster actually heard the ring slip off his finger and hit the pavement while he was biking. While I would have started panicking / screaming at this point, he listened as the ring rolled down the hill to try and calculate how far it would go. (He’s telling me that speed x time = distance, but that sounds like math to me so… I’m lost. haha) ANYWAY, he was able to estimate the speed the ring would go based on the speed on his little bike computer and after a few minutes of searching (and a phone call to me) he spotted the ring lying in the middle of the intersection, unharmed except for a few “love dents”.

So lovelies, the moral of the story is: size your wedding ring, or wear gloves. All the time. haha

P.s. If you haven’t already, take a peek at the post below and leave me your “Ask Me Anything!” question for my upcoming posts. :)

He Finally Believes He’s Married*

**New exercise post!!!

This should really be a post somewhere in Our Story* but I couldn’t wait to write it. So you’re getting a post a little out of sequence… but I don’t think you’ll mind. haha!!

Now you may be wondering–what the heck does she mean by that title??

Let me enlighten you… the Hubster and I have been married for just over three years. Three years, two months and fourteen days, to be exact. I could also break it down into weeks, days and hours for you, but the gist of it is that we’ve been married for a while now. Right? Right. Well, it’s taken the Hubster three years, two months and fourteen days to believe he’s married. haha!

Almost immediately after we got married the Hubster looked at me with a big goofy grin on his face and said, “I can’t believe I’m married.” I thought it was adorable. This was no “Ugggggh… I can’t believe I’m freaking married…“, it was more of a “Wow.. I. am. married.” After all, it was a huuuuuge change in both our lives–all of a sudden we were living together, I had a new last name and he had a new person in his life that liked to be with him all the time. haha! It was absolutely understandable that it would take a bit to sink in, right?

This continued over the first few weeks after we got married… and I could never tell what triggered it. He could be looking at a jar of peanut butter, doing his crazy dance or watching TV, then he’d turn to me and say, “I can’t believe I’m married!“. I always smiled and laughed, thinking it would sink in for him by Christmas, our first one together.

Well, Christmas was peppered with goofy grins and “I can’t believe I’m married!“‘s. So I thought, maybe he’ll believe he’s married when we celebrate our first anniversary. After all, a year is plenty long enough to believe that you’re married, right?

Wrong. For the past three years the Hubster has often looked at me with a thoughtful smile on his face and out of nowhere said,

“I can’t believe I’m married!“

It quickly became a running joke with his family as he often said it when we were visiting his parents. After hearing it a few times his mother would give him a loving smack and make a joke about it. Now, you might be thinking, “What’s the big deal? So he says it every once in a while… big whoop.“

Oh no, my friends. If I had a dollar for each time I’ve heard this statement I’d be a very rich woman with lots and lots of beautiful shoes. haha! For a while this was being said nearly every day and was triggered by the most random things! It was almost perplexing for me–was there something I was supposed to be doing to make him believe he was married? I mean, it sunk in that I was married about 3 minutes after being married. haha! So what was up with the Hubster?!! I’m not sure we’ll ever know…

And then one day, it just stopped… he just didn’t say it. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. I actually didn’t notice it until a few days had gone by and I realized that those words were missing from his daily vocabulary. It took 3 years, but I think that my husband FINALLY believes he’s married…

…or at least I did until it popped out over dinner last night. haha!!

Shop Girl*

Three Glorious Years*

Today the Hubster and I have been married for 3 years. I cannot believe it’s been so long… people told me it would go by quickly, but sheesh! They flew! But then again… time does fly when you’re having fun, and living life with the Hubster is better than I could have ever possibly imagined. I am one lucky lady. :)

I also think you should know that I have a freaking amazingly talented and wonderful sister who gave me the best anniversary gift ever. We didn’t have a videographer at our wedding as it was too expensive and Spart hadn’t yet discovered / developed her talent for it yet! So, instead she made us a beautiful video full of photos and clips from our wedding day and relationship afterward… AND, she adjusted it to be “blog friendly” –cutting out all the names and such. How awesome is she?? I hope you enjoy it… I’ve already watched it about 5 times. haha

Thanks Spart… I love it!!!

Shop Girl*